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She stood it wonderfully until he came to the muscles of her back. You know how we all like to have our backs scratched, just like dogs and cats? Well, I don't suppose Cellette had ever happened on just that feeling before. It touched the cat chord. She began to gurgle and and wriggle. 'Keep still, please, says the boy, very grave and earnest.
Lewis had heard them before. He looked upon them merely as one of Cellette's moods, but they brought a twisted smile to Leighton's lips. He glanced at the pompous, indignant setting sun and winked. The sun did not wink back; he was surly. In the train, Cellette, tired and happy, went to sleep. Her head fell on Leighton's shoulder.
She was startled and turning to make a run for it when I shouted, 'Hold that pose, Cellette! She's a mighty well-trained model. For a second she held the pose. That was enough. She remembered it ever after. "Does it take a lot of training to be a model?" asked Blanche. "How would I do?" She turned her bare shoulders frankly to him. Lewis glanced at her.
Even of the country Cellette had a dim memory tucked away in her store of experience. They came to the river. From a farmer they hired a boat. Cellette wanted to drift down with the stream, but Leighton shook his head. "No, my dear, a day on the river is like life: one should leave the quiet, lazy drifting till the end." Leighton rowed, and then Lewis.
How is the boy getting along? Is he going to be a sculptor?" "You are wise to ask all your questions at once," said Le Brux. "You know I shall talk just as I please. Your boy, just as you said he would, has attacked me in the heart. He is a most entertaining babe. I am no longer wet nurse. Somebody with the attributes has supplanted me Cellette." "H m m!" said Leighton.
Shook Cellette till her little head went zig-zag-zigzag. It took her the sixteenth part of a second to get to her feet, and when she slapped him I myself saw stars. At the same time I saw her face, and I yelled, 'Run, boy! Run! For a second he stood paralyzed with wonder, just long enough for her to get in another slap, and then, just as she was curving her fingers, he he ran.
For the second time he had the delightful sensation of stumbling across a brother in his father. Cellette felt it, too. When they left the station and started down the cool, damp road to the river, she linked a hand in the arm of each of her laughing companions, urged them to a run, and then picked up her little feet for mighty leaps of twenty yards at a time.
"We'll come alone some time." Cellette dried the perspiration from her short upper lip with a little cotton handkerchief. "Mon dieu, but men are selfish!" she remarked. Once they were in the boat again, drifting slowly down the shadowy river, she forgot her pet, turned suddenly gay, and began to sing songs that were as foreign to that still sunset scene as was Cellette herself to a dairy.
Leighton finished his second cigar, and then tapped Lewis on the shoulder. They slipped beyond the screen of the low-limbed beech, stripped, and stole into the river. At the first thoughtless splash Cellette sprang to her feet. "Ah!" she cried, her eyes lighting, "you bathe, hein?" She started undoing her bodice. Leighton stared at her from the water. "What do you do?" he cried in rapid French.
"But," cried Cellette at last, "it is so easy so simple! You go to the post, you say, 'Kindly weigh this letter, you ask how much to put on it, you buy the stamps, you affix them, you drop the letter in the slot. Voil
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