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Dicky's tone was mildly quizzical, his smile mischievous, but I flushed hotly. He had touched a sore spot. The butcher had brought me a huge slab of meat for my first dinner when I had timidly ordered "rib roast," and with the aid of my mother's cook book and my own smattering of cooking, my sole housewifely accomplishment, I had been trying to disguise it for subsequent meals.
After some discussion the Father decided that the best plan would be to have a funeral in the morning, attended by the two American boys openly. Both spoke French sufficiently well to answer any questioning by the Germans. Dicky's disguise was perfect, they all declared. With the addition of the limp, which he decided to adopt, he might even fool some of the townsfolk.
Now brace up, my dear; just nod or shake your head when I give you the cue." It seemed hours, although in reality it was only a moment or two before Grace Draper parted the improvised sail curtains and stood before us. I think she knew something of what we wished, for her face held the grayish whiteness that had been there when she heard Dicky's impatient words concerning her.
Impulsively, I started toward him to remonstrate against the extravagance, but stopped as I heard the patter of rain against the windows. "I'll leave this evening entirely in Dicky's hands," I resolved as I began to dress. Our taxi drew into the long line of motor cars before the theatre and slowly crept up to the door. Dicky jumped out, raised his umbrella and guided me into the lobby.
"To-morrow, at sunrise, she shall die as a blasphemer, this daughter of Sheitan the Evil One," continued the holy men. "What saith the Mudir?" cried a tax-gatherer. "The Mudir himself shall see her die at sunrise," answered the chief of the Ulema. Shouts of hideous joy went up. At that moment the woman's eyes met Dicky's, and they suddenly lighted.
I had her get into her Polish dress she had brought one with her from the old country and I painted her as Poland miserable, unhappy Poland. Gee! but I'm glad you happened to run across her. We'll put up with anything from her until I get that picture done." Try as I might I could not share Dicky's enthusiasm.
"Service, if you please." "Ay, sir!" Dicky's small person stiffened at once, and Dicky's hand went up to the salute. "Wait here, please. I wish a word in private with Lady Vyell if you will forgive me, ma'am?" "Why to be sure, sir," she answered, wondering. As he turned, she walked on with him. After some fifty paces she confronted him under the pale-green dappled shadows of the alley.
I began as Dicky lifted the lid and revealed a big Angora cat. Then my voice changed. "Why, Dicky, you don't mean " But Dicky was absorbed in lifting the cat out. "Isn't she a beauty?" he said admiringly. But I was almost into the dining room. "I suppose she is," I replied faintly, "but surely you do not intend her for me?" "Why not?" Dicky's tone was sharper than I had ever heard it.
There was hardly a square inch of skin not made beautiful forever about here." "Ah! and there was no sale for his beastesses and bird-ses nuther; or else he was clean sold out, and hadn't no capital to renew his stock of hairy cats and young parrots." "The very stuffed beasts, perched above old Dicky's shop, had got to look real mangey and mouldy.
The girl was plainly uneasy and puzzled at my manner. Dicky's thoughts I could not fathom, I caught his eyes fixed on me once or twice with admiration and a touch of bewilderment in them, but he said very little. It was a wonderful night; warm, with the languor of September, fragrant with the heavy odors of ripening fruit and the late autumn blossoms.
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