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"Try her with three times," suggested Beechy. But Miss Destrey was speaking again. "As I said, it doesn't matter about Agnes. Aunt Kathryn and Beechy shan't miss her; and she never does anything for me." "What a pity," complained the Prince, "that my automobile is at the moment laid up for repairs.
At that minute I heard a noise like a motor, and looked out of my porthole, but already it was out of sight from there, and I got up on deck again only in time to catch sight of the Prince's automobile flashing away at about a mile a minute." "Miss Destrey was in the car?" "Of course.
How good to be in a motor-car. This last thought made the chorus at the end of each verse for me. I was very glad I had put that advertisement in The Riviera Sun, and that "Kid, Kidder, and Kiddest" had been before any one else in answering it. I could hear Terry telling Miss Destrey things, and I knew that if they listened the others could hear him too.
"I was telling Miss Destrey about her yesterday. She seemed interested. Miss Destrey is very fond of history, isn't she?" "Yes. But I'm tired talking of her now. I want to hear about the other Beatrice. I suppose, if she was Italian, she was Bice too; but I'm sure her friends never made her rhyme with mice." "Her husband made her rhyme with murder.
It was kept by a Sisterhood; not nuns exactly, because they were Protestants, but almost as good or as bad; and an elderly female cousin of the Savant's was the head of the institution. There Madeleine Destrey had been ever since, though Mamma said she must be nineteen or twenty; and now her father was dead.
Barrymore's, if we've got a little more luggage than we were told we ought to take. I guess we'll get along all right as soon as we're used to it, and we shall have the time of our lives." "Mamma, you're a brick, and I'm glad Papa married you," was Beechy's pæan of praise. "And I think the way our things are arranged looks really graceful," said Miss Destrey. "Mr.
Miss Madeleine Destrey is the daughter of my dead sister, who was ever so much older than I am of course; and the way she happened to come over with Beechy and me is quite a romance; but I guess you'll think I've told you enough about ourselves."
Of course I did care, so we walked together up the rose-bordered path from the sweet-smelling flower-zone to the pine-belt that culminates in the pirates' castle. While we stood looking down over the three arms of the lake in their glittering blue sleeves, a voice spoke behind us: "Ah, Miss Destrey, I've found you at last.
"Perhaps, Countess, if you would wait a little time a week or ten days, I might " "But we're going day after to-morrow, aren't we, Kittie?" quickly broke in Miss Destrey. "I suppose so," replied Mrs. Kidder, who invariably frowned when addressed as "Cousin Kathryn," and brightened faintly if spontaneously Kittied.
I do not care for myself, but surely, Sir Ralph, it would have been easy to find a better place than this to give the ladies luncheon?" "Sir Ralph and Mr. Barrymore wanted us to go to the railway-station," Miss Destrey defended us, "but we thought it would be dull, and preferred this, so our blood is on our own heads."
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