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It'll want a piece of binding, or gimp, tacked around the edges. Have you any binding, or gimp, Calthy, that would suit?" Miss Calthea laughed. "You'd better wait until you are ready for it," she said, "and then come and see." "Anyway, I want the calico," said he. "Please put it aside for me, and I'll come in to-morrow and settle for it.
He was interested in what he had heard of the stock of goods which was being sold off about as fast as a glacier moves, and was glad to have the opportunity to look about him. "Do you know, Calthy," said Lanigan, "that you ought to sell Mr. Lodloe a bill of goods?" He said this partly because of his own love of teasing, but partly in earnest.
Lanigan whistled. "Calthy," said he, "would you mind my smoking a cigar here! There will be no customers coming in." "You know very well you cannot smoke here," she said; "what is the matter with you? Has that pincushion-faced child's nurse driven you from the inn?" A pang went through Lanigan. Was Calthea jealous of Miss Mayberry on his account? The thought frightened him.
Cristie thinks well enough of me not to interfere between me and Ida Mayberry. Now all I ask of you is to say a good word for me if you can get a chance." "After what you have told me," said Lodloe, "I think I shall say it." "Good for you!" cried Lanigan. "And if I go to Calthy and ask her to lend me the money to get a frame made for Mrs. Petter's fire-screen, don't you be surprised.
He was in high good humor at the turn the conversation had taken, but did his best to repress his inclination to show it. "It might be well to go in for improvement. I'll do that, anyway." Lanigan blew out a long whiff of purple smoke. "Calthy is a deep one," he said to himself; "she wants me to draw off that girl from the old man. But all right, my lady; you tackle him and I will tackle her.
"You may as well smoke if you want to," she said; "it's not likely any one will be coming in, and I don't object when the window is open." Gratefully Lanigan lighted his cigar. "Calthy, this is truly like old times," he said.
Beam's greeting was very free and unceremonious, and without being asked to do so he took a seat near the proprietress of the establishment. "Well, well," he said, "this looks like old times. Why, Calthy, I don't believe you have sold a thing since I was here last." "If you had any eyes in your head," said Miss Calthea, severely, "you would see that I have sold a great deal.
"Bravo!" cried Lanigan Beam, who, with Walter Lodloe, had arrived on the scene just as Calthea Rose and Ida Mayberry had made their second graceful descent from an elevated spoke to the ground. "Good for you, Calthy," cried Lanigan Beam, advancing with outstretched hands. "How do you do? Old Sultan is at his tricks again, is he, declining to back?
"There is only one girl," she said, "who would be likely to take part in that sort of thing, and that is the child's nurse at the Squirrel Inn; but if she really is given to study, I suppose she might help you to improve your mind, and if you are what you used to be, it will stand a good deal of improving." "That's so, Calthy," said Lanigan; "that's so."
"You're off the track there, Calthy, I never knew a man with a better skull than Mr. Tippengray, and as to his being old there is a little gray in his hair to be sure, but it's my opinion that that comes more from study than from years." "Nonsense!" said Calthea; "I don't believe he cares a snap for study unless he can do it with some girl. I expect he has been at that all his life."
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