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The Twinkler plan, which they expounded at much length and with a profusion of optimistic detail, was to search for and find a school in the neighbourhood for the daughters of gentlemen, and go to it for three months, or six months, or whatever time Mrs. Dellogg wanted to recover in. Up to this point the harmony was complete, and Mr. Twist could only nod approval.
He hadn't been clever enough, not imaginative enough, nor, failing that, worldly enough to work the other side properly. When he found there was no Dellogg he ought to have insisted on seeing Mrs. Dellogg, intrusion or no intrusion, and handing over the twins; and then gone away and left them. A woman was what was wanted.
Twist could see, of the situation produced by the death of the man Dellogg. "When you've done breakfast," he said, pulling himself together on their reaching the waffle stage, "we must have a talk." "When we've done breakfast," said Anna-Rose, "we must have a walk." "Down there," said Anna-Felicitas, pointing with her spoon. "On the sands. Round the curve to where the pink hills begin." "Mr.
"Gurls like you shouldn't behave that way," he went on, his voice aggrieved as he remembered how sympathetically he had got down from his seat when he saw their mourning clothes and tired white faces and helped them into his taxi, only for genuine mourners, real sorry ones, going to pay their last respects to a gentleman like Mr. Dellogg, would he, a free American have done that.
"You see," explained Anna-Felicitas, who was never divided in her respect for truth, "we're not particularly old anything." The driver in his turn thought this over, and finding he had no observations he wished to make on it he let it pass, and said, "You'll miss Mr. Dellogg." "Oh?" said Anna-Rose, pricking up her ears, "Shall we?" "We don't mind missing Mr. Dellogg," said Anna-Felicitas.
Then he recovered himself. "I'm very sorry to hear it, of course," he said briskly, picking himself up, as it were, from this sudden and unexpected tumble, "but I don't see that it matters to you so long as Mrs. Dellogg isn't dead too." "Yes, but " began Anna-Rose. "Mr. Dellogg isn't very dead, you see," said Anna-Felicitas. Mr.
Perhaps, they thought, it was of the same order of mysterious idioms as in England such sentences as I don't think, and Not half, forms of speech whose exact meaning and proper use had never been mastered by them. "There won't be another like Mr. Dellogg in these parts for many a year," said the driver, shaking his head. "Ah no. And that's so." "Isn't he coming back?" asked Anna-Rose.
And what I know, being a Christian, is that once a man's dead he's either in heaven or he's in hell, and whichever it is he's in, in it he stops." Anna-Felicitas was the first to speak. "Are we to understand," she inquired, "that Mr. Dellogg " She broke off. "That Mr. Dellogg is " Anna-Rose continued for her, but broke off too. "That Mr.
"It's Mrs. Dellogg we wouldn't like to miss." The driver looked puzzled. "Yes that would be too awful," said Anna-Rose, who didn't want a repetition of the Sack dilemma. "You did say," she asked anxiously, "didn't you, that we were going to miss Mr. Dellogg?" The driver, looking first at one of them and then at the other, said, "Well, and who wouldn't?"
Well, for a day or two nothing could happen; for a day or two, before his party had had time to sink into the hotel consciousness and the manager appeared to tell him the rooms were engaged, he could think things out and talk them over with his companions. Perhaps he might even see Mrs. Dellogg. The funeral, he had heard on inquiring of the hall porter was next day.
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