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"Gee!" says I. "Why, I could wear out all my old shoes doin' that, and if ever you need " "S-s-sh!" says she. "Here comes my aunt!" Not waitin' for any further diagram of the situation, I makes a dash into the cloakroom, where I finds Izzy Budheimer gazin' puzzled at Bobby, who's sittin' tilted back in his shirt sleeves with the braided coat slung on the floor. "Look here, Torchy!" begins Izzy.
They did not support the things they pretended to support. And the country knew they didn't, the country knew that the tone of the cloakroom and the tone of the voting were different tones. Now, I am perfectly willing to say that I think it is wise to judge of party loyalty by the cloakroom, and not by the vote and the cloakroom was not satisfactory.
Stupid witticisms, repeated no one knew why, were going the round of the various groups. People were straining after wit without succeeding in being funny. Seven women, imprisoned in the cloakroom, were crying to be set free. A shallot had been found, put up to auction and knocked down at two louis.
She had finished her lunch, which she ate in the cloakroom, and bareheaded and coatless was walking up and down the sidewalk before the schoolhouse. "Hello, Lyd! How's everything?" asked Kent. "I haven't seen you to talk to since last spring." "Did you have a fine summer?" said Lydia. "Aw, only part of it.
For an instant Geoffrey thought they must be the cloakroom attendants. Then, to his surprise, Ito announced: "Mr. and Mrs. Fujinami Gentaro, the head of the Fujinami family. Please walk in and shake hands." Geoffrey and his wife did as they were directed. Three mutual bowings took place in absolute silence, followed by a handshake. Then Ito said: "Mr. and Mrs.
"It is in the bag you told me to put in the cloakroom," she said. "If you do not mind very much, would you be so kind as to come and help me to get it out. I do not like going there alone." "What! are you shy?" said Eleanor, with considerable amusement, and to herself she wondered why her grandfather had let such a very inexperienced girl as this travel alone.
"Careful of that stick, my man," says he. "Oh, sure!" says I. "Puppah'd be wild if anything happened to it, wouldn't he?" And you should have heard the talk they had as they loafs around the cloakroom between the numbers, all about the awful things they did at prep school, how they bunked the masters, and smuggled brandied peaches up to their rooms, and rough-housed durin' mornin' prayers.
One of these ladies, opening a gold chain bag to pull out her handkerchief, dropped a bit of paper with a number on it Clo's favourite number, 17. It fluttered close to her feet; she stooped and picked it up. Common sense told her that the numbered slip was a cloakroom check. It might mean salvation.
Miss Bradley put the toy in her desk for safe keeping, and went on with the lessons. But it was rather hard for the pupils to get their minds back on their studies, because so much had happened that day from the time the parrot had screeched "Cracker! Cracker!" in the cloakroom until Charlie's auto fell out of his pocket and went buzzing down the aisle to bang into the teacher's foot.
It is already two o'clock, and I think I had better get down to the boat. I must call at the railway station, where I have left my light luggage at the cloakroom. Soon I am off again, bag in one hand, stick in the other, hastening down one of the roads leading to the harbor.
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