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But that is the custom in Sweden and it is observed by children as well as grown people. A lisping child will approach a guest, make a pretty little bob-courtesy, and say, "Good morning, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court Fuller," or "Good night, Representative in Congress Boutell."
On one of the lintels of the door, as he had not noticed on the previous visit, was a narrow strip of black japanned tin, with "Madame Elise Boutell" in small bronze letters, of that back-slope writing only made by French painters, and which can only be met with, ordinarily, in the French cities or those of the adjacent German provinces.
"If Monsieur and Mesdames will have the goodness to step into this room," was the reply of the servant, opening the door of the parlor, "Madame Boutell will have the honor of receiving them in a few moments." "Aha!" said Leslie to himself, as they entered the room, the door closed and the negro-girl disappeared. "Aha!
Boutell wouldn't be back till six, and that, anyway, they had "talked over the Villa Estates proposition, and decided it wasn't quite time to come to a decision be better to wait till the weather cleared up, so a body can move about." "Oh, Mrs. Boutell, I just can't argue it out with you," Una howled.
The next moment the door from the hall opened, and the negro girl, stepping within, said: "Madame Boutell will have the honor to receive Monsieur and Mesdames, if they will be so good as to ascend the stairs."
In the present instance, by the use of his quick faculty of observation, he saw that the lettering of the sign was no American imitation, but really French. The deductions were that it had been done in Paris that it had been used there that "Madame Elise Boutell" had used it for the same purpose there. Was not here a corroboration of the theory of the Rue la Reynie Ogniard?
"I do know Villa Estates and its desirability for you, but this is my very first experience in direct selling, and as luck would have it, I feel perfectly terrible to-day." "You poor lamb!" soothed Mrs. Boutell. "You do look terrible sick. You come right in and lie down and I'll have my Lithuanian make you a cup of hot beef-tea." While Mrs.
Boutell uneasily took the fountain-pen which Una resolutely held out to him, and signed a contract to purchase two lots at Villa Estates, and a check for the first payment. Una had climbed above the rank of assistant to the rank of people who do things. To Una and to Mr.
Truax had been recognizing Una as an intelligence, and often he teased her regarding her admiration for Mr. Fein's efficiency. Now he seemed almost to be looking to her for advice as he plaintively rambled on: "Every salesman on the staff has tried to sell this asinine Boutell family and failed.
A moment ago you grew pale at the name of the mighty Madame Boutell, whose cognomen sounds a good deal like the Yankee 'doo tell! I admit; and now you are laughing at her!"
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