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She appealed to Nelly Croubel: "I'll bet he was a cool one. Don't you think he was, Nelly?" "I'm sure he was." Nelly's voice was like a flute. Mr. He tried to think of something modest yet striking to say, while Tom was arguing with Miss Mary Proudfoot, the respectable spinster, about the ethics of giving away street-car transfers. As they finished their floating custard Mr.
He sat uneasy till the hand of cards was finished, feeling as though they were only tolerating him. And Nelly Croubel was nowhere in sight. Suddenly said Mrs. Arty, "And now you would like to look at that room, Mr. Wrenn, unless I'm wrong." "Why uh yes, I guess I would like to." "Come with me, child," she said, in pretended severity.
Wrenn pranced down to the basement dining-room early, for Nelly Croubel would be down there talking to Mrs. Arty, and he gaily wanted to make plans for a picnic to occur the coming Sunday. He had a shy unacknowledged hope that he might kiss Nelly after such a picnic; he even had the notion that he might some day well, other fellows had been married; why not?
He asked the waiter for some paper, and while the four hotly discussed things which "it would be slick to have the president's daughter do" he drew up a list of characters on a sheet of paper he still keeps. It is headed, "Miggleton's Forty-second Street Branch." At the bottom appear numerous scribblings of the name Nelly. "I think I'll call the heroine `Nelly," he mused. Nelly Croubel blushed.
Wrenn, you see, Miss Proudfoot and Miss Croubel are on this floor. Miss Proudfoot can take care of herself, all right, but Nelly is such a trusting little thing She's like my daughter. She's the only one I've ever given a reduced rate to and I swore I never would to anybody!... Do you uh drink drink much, I mean?" Nelly on this floor! Near him! Now! He had to have this room.
She stood at the top of the stairs looking down. He slowly clumped down the wooden treads, boiling with the amazing discoveries that he had said good-by to Istra, that he was not sorry, and that now he could offer to Nelly Croubel everything. Istra suddenly called, "O Mouse, wait just a moment." She darted like a swallow. She threw her arm about his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
Now let's go down by the fire, where it's comfy." On a couch of glossy red leather with glossy black buttons and stiff fringes also of glossy red leather, Mr. William Wrenn sat upright and was very confiding to Miss Nelly Croubel, who was curled among the satin pillows with her skirts drawn carefully about her ankles. He had been at Mrs. Arty's for two weeks now.
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