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She waived them all aside. "No, he's going with me!" she announced firmly, and Bowinski obediently picked up his hat and accompanied her. For the following month this scene was enacted each Sunday, with little change to outward appearances but with great change to Miss Mink herself. In the mothering of Bowinski she had found the great adventure of her life.
Alexis Bowinski, having at last arrived at the moment of departure, took her hand in his and, bowing awkwardly, raised it to his lips and kissed it! Then he backed out of the cottage, stalked into the twilight and was soon lost to sight beyond the hedge. Miss Mink sank limply on the sofa by the window, and regarded her small wrinkled hand with stern surprise.
The first square was traveled in embarrassed silence, then Miss Mink made a heroic effort to break the ice: "My name is Mink," she said, "Miss Libby Mink. I do dress-making over on Sixth Street." "I am Bowinski," volunteered her tall companion, "first name Alexis. I am a machinist before I enlist in the army." "I knew you were some sort of a Dago," said Miss Mink. "But no, Madame, I am Russian.
And judging from the number of times Miss Mink told the story, and the conscious smile with which she concluded it, it was evident that she was not averse to being "took back." By the time Sunday arrived she had worked herself up to quite a state of excitement. Would Bowinski he at church? Would he sit on her side of the congregation? Would he wait after the service to speak to her?
Bacon volunteered to ask her Jim about him, and three days later stopped by Miss Mink's cottage to tell her that Bowinski had broken his leg over a week before and was in the Base Hospital. "Can anybody go out there that wants to?" demanded Miss Mink. "Yes, on Sundays and Wednesdays. But you can't count on the cars running to-day. Jim says everything's snowed under two feet deep."
"Oh! that's all right," said Miss Mink in a tone that she did not recognize as her own, "the matches are in that little bisque figure on the parlor mantel. I'll get you to leave the front door open, if you don't mind. It's kinder hot in here." Five o'clock that afternoon found Miss Mink and Alexis Bowinski still sitting facing each other in the front parlor.
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