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Updated: May 26, 2025
Hemingway." "Mrs. Hemingway is my very good friend. At the first opportunity I shall explain to her. She can readily understand that "One may go without relatives, cousins, and aunts But civilized man cannot go without pants. I wish you hadn't such deucedly long legs, Champ. Regular hop-poles!" grumbled Checkleigh, ungratefully. "They are poor things, but mine own," said Peter, mildly.
To some of which he found, at the last minute, he couldn't go, for the simple and cogent reason that Checkleigh or Stocks had appropriated his dress suit. "It's infernally unlucky, Rabbits having an affair on to-night. But you know how it is, Champ she'd never forgive me if I didn't show up.
He was introduced to two deceptively mild-mannered young Englishmen, first cousins named Checkleigh, students in one of the great ateliers, who were by way of being painters; and to a shock-headed young man from California, a sculptor, named Stocks.
"And yet that woman has got about all the money there is in our family!" finished Stocks, bitterly. "Rabbits takes you aside and talks to you heart to heart," said the younger Checkleigh, gloomily. The elder Checkleigh's face took on a look of martyrdom. "We have Immortal Souls," said he, in a tone of anguish and affliction. "I ask you, as man to man: Is it our fault?"
"You should have cut 'em off a bit then you wouldn't look as though you were poulticing your shins. And they'd fit me, too," commented Stocks, who had sauntered in. Checkleigh looked at Peter's watch his own was "out at interest" along with his dress suit and shook his head dolefully. "If you'd just suggested it sooner, I could have done it now it's too late." he lamented.
"He has five-franc pieces in his waistcoat pocket and no Rabbits in his family!" cried Checkleigh. "Now, have you a presentable pair of gloves, Croesus? Oh, damn your legs, Champneys! Look at these beastly breeches of yours, will you? I've had to turn 'em up until you'd fancy I was wearing cuffs on the ankles, and still they're too long!"
"You will find a five-franc piece in the waistcoat pocket, Checkleigh, if you happen to want it. I keep it there for cab fare." "If I happen to want it!" shrieked Checkleigh. "Oh, bloated plutocrat, purse-proud millionaire, I always happen to want it!" He waved an eloquent hand to the circumambient air.
When she told him to accept an invitation, he resignedly obeyed, looking, the elder of the Checkleigh boys told him, as if he were doing it for God's sake. He was beginning to speak French less villainously, and this made things easier for him. He could carry on a simple conversation, by going slowly; and he almost understood about half of what strangers said to him.
Big-wigs from home, and all that, and she feels it's her duty to make me show 'em I haven't become an Apache. And my togs are out at interest one has to pay one's rent sometimes, you understand," explained Checkleigh, who was dressing before Peter's mirror. "You don't have to care: you aren't compelled to keep in her good graces!" "Oh, all right. I don't mind. I only accepted to please Mrs.
Stocks, who had made a great pet of Peter's pretty sweetheart, blubbered when he learned the truth, and the younger Checkleigh, who delighted to sketch her, left off because his hand shook so, and he couldn't see clearly.
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