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To Toomey it was a rare moment. He enjoyed it so keenly that he wished he might prolong it. Uncoiling his long legs, he surveyed his auditors with a tolerant air of amusement: "I presume there are no objections to my mentioning a few of the flaws that I see in the schemes which have been outlined?" "Our time is limited," hinted Mr. Butefish.
He bellowed his liberty, as it were, over Kate's shoulder. He strode, he swaggered he had not known such a glorious feeling of independence since he left off plumbing. And he could go back to it if he had to! Mr. Butefish stopped in the middle of the floor and showed his teeth at an invisible audience of advertisers and subscribers. The article came out exactly as written.
The pain in Kate's eyes hurt him when he returned to his seat and she asked. "They wouldn't come?" He hesitated, then answered bluntly: "No." "H-had we better stay?" "Yes," he replied, doggedly, "we'll stay." Their efforts at conversation were not a success, and it was a relief to them both when Hiram Butefish, as Floor Manager, commanded everybody to take partners for a waltz.
Hiram Butefish merely echoed the opinion of the community when he made the assertion, upon seeing Kate turn the corner by the Prouty House and ride down the main street the day following the delivery of Mr. Wentz's summons. Suffering had made Kate acutely sensitive and she was quick to feel the atmosphere of hostility.
In truth, it had been a long time since a meeting of such piquancy and interest had been called. After some little preliminary business, Hiram Butefish, with a candor which never before had distinguished his public utterances upon this subject, declared flatly that Prouty was in a precarious, not to say desperate, condition.
Pantin's face as he sent triumphant glances at his wife. It was well towards the end of the banquet that the belated train whistled and Mr. Teeters excused himself first reaching for a stalk of celery which he ate as he went, and looking, as Mr. Butefish observed to fill a pause, "like a pig with a corn husk hanging out of its mouth."
The arrival of the mail with its exchanges interrupted thoughts flowing in a dangerous channel. The soaring price of wool, featured in the headlines, caught his attention instantly, since, naturally, anything that pertained to the sheep industry was of interest to the community. Mr. Butefish used his scissors freely and opined that the next issue of the Grit would be a corker.
Butefish smote the table until the crack in the water pitcher lengthened. Then by all that was Great and Good, somebody had to think of something! Mr. Butefish had only said what everybody knew, but his manner of saying it sent a chill over every one present.
When the doctor sat down, after giving the back of the chair which he gripped a farewell wring that all but tore it loose from its sockets, Mr. Butefish arose and congratulated him upon the novelty of his suggestion and recommended that it be investigated carefully.
Butefish after much mental travail, requesting the pleasure of the Toomeys' company at a reception and dance in the Prouty House to celebrate the third year of the town's prosperity and progress was one of the results of this meeting of the Boosters Club.
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