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"Wal, about midnight a figger that favored you 'mazingly, yes, ter yer very walk, came up boldly en sez ter me, nodding at the Yank, 'Leave 'im ter me. The figger wasn't jes' dressed like you in 'Federate uniform, but I kin a'most swear the figger had on them clo's and that hat you're a wearin' now; arm in sling, too.
Thought your room was next door to his. Couldn't you hear your own 'phone from Petes'?" "I've just come in," said Clo. "You're late. Anything wrong? Your voice sounds sort of queer." "I've got chewing gum in my mouth," said Clo "What do you want to say to Pete?" "I want to know if he's got the papers." Clo's blood rushed to her head.
"Tell me everything." She told him, and read Clo's letter to Léontine distinctly, that he might miss no word. "I understand why it might be dangerous to put an address, or to write to you or me," Beverley added. "But it's frightful not to know where she is. Explain what you can quickly, because I'm expecting someone." "Peterson stole your pearls," O'Reilly answered.
"Come in!" cried a voice which sounded far off, as if the speaker called from the furthest corner of the room, or from the depths of a wall cupboard. "Keep near, but not too near," whispered Beverley, and opened the door. To her surprise and Clo's there was no light in the room; yet it was not really dark.
"If you want to fight, Fluke, come out and fight." "All the same," said he, "ef you sh'd happen to change your mind by 'n' by, as fash'nable fellers in women's light-colored clo's does sometimes, there 's a-goin' to be shutin'." "Come," he said, "you know me! you know me! Confound the pretty clothes! I only put them on so as to try and have Vesty like me!" "Wal' now, Vesty, make your choice.
"When your father came, did he ever wear clothes that that were not his own?" Virgie turned a side-long look on her father but, as he could not help, her puzzled eyes went back to the General. "Well well, lots of our men don't have hardly any clo's," she said pathetically. Another smile broke the sternness of the General's face. "That isn't what I mean," he explained gently.
Already she had almost fibbed, in explaining Clo's errand. If only, now, she could have five minutes' grace! "You ought to know I never guess anything right!" she laughed. "It's not quite four. Show me the wonderful thing just as the clock strikes!" Roger pulled out his watch. "All right, baby!" he teased her. "You've got just three minutes and a half.
We're too big, Buddy, an' the more money we got, the more clo's we put on, the more folks is goin' to laugh at us. It shames me to go places with anybody but you." "He wouldn't laugh. He's been all over the world," the boy asserted. Then, after some deliberation, "I bet he's seen bigger people than us."
Clo's spirit groaned a prayer for strength when at last sick and shaking, her palms damp she had to set about the pillage of the dead man's pockets. Some she needed merely to touch with her finger ends, to make sure that they were empty.
He was still looked like he wanted to hear a class recite. He hitched up Jack and come to 'em, liftin' his hat. Oh, 'twas O.K., you bet! Then they took off their clo's. Seth Stevens jerked hisn loose on the ground, but schoolmaster stood by himself, and folded hisn up like ma makes me fold mine at night.
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