Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 29, 2025
"That's why I come here," Miss Eyester sighed, "though I'm pining to go somewhere livelier." Wallie wagged his head playfully. "Treason! Treason! Why, you've been coming here for " Miss Eyester's alarmed expression caused him to finish lamely "for ever so long." "Wallie!"
Miss Eyester fibbed without a pang of conscience: "I never dreamed it." "I thought you wouldn't look at anybody unless they had money you bein' rich 'n' ever'thing." "In the winter I earn my living cataloguing books in a public library. I hate it." Pinkey laid an arm about her thin shoulders. "Say, what's the chanct of gittin' along with you f'rever an' ever?"
"No," she replied, blushing. Not until then had Mr. Cone observed the Montana diamond flashing on her finger. "Ah-h?" He raised his eyebrows inquiringly. Miss Eyester nodded. "In January." "A Western millionaire, I venture?" he suggested playfully. "A stockman." "Indeed?" A new respect was in Mr. Cone's manner. "Cattle?" "Sheep," replied Miss Eyester, proudly. "Mr. Fripp is herding at present."
Second in place was Pinkey, driving the tent-and-bed-wagon, with Miss Eyester on the high spring-seat beside him. Behind Pinkey came "Red" McGonnigle, driving a surrey provided for those who should become fatigued with riding horseback.
Here's the bhoy that's afraid to ate an eyester fur fear av hurtin' the baste, an' that's goin' to hump Marahemo down to the farrum, aal so bould an' gay! Shure now, thim's the shouldhers that can do that same!" After a brief, friendly passage of arms between the two, the Saint continued hotly
They ran and locked themselves in the kitchen, where they could look through the window all except Miss Eyester, who declared dramatically that she had no further interest in life anyhow and wished to die by his hand, knowing herself responsible for what had happened. Wallie, breathless from running, arrived with the axe, which he handed to Mr.
Gazing absently through the doorway and comforting himself by thinking that perhaps he, too, had latent courage which would rise to heights of heroism in propitious circumstances, he did not see Miss Eyester, who had come in the side entrance, until she stood before him.
He returned in the night and did not get up when the triangle jangled for breakfast. In fact, it was well into the forenoon when he appeared, only to learn that Miss Eyester had gone off with old Mr. Penrose to look at an eagle's nest. "What did he do that for?" Pinkey demanded of Wallie.
"Just leave us alone and I'll manage it somehow." It proved that Miss Eyester was not over-sanguine for, finally, with the aid of divers tools and implements, Pinkey was able to spit out the last particle of the plaster of Paris. "I s'pose the story'll go all over the country and make me ridic'lous," he said, gloomily.
It was an unforgettable experience, like a narrow escape from lynching. Pinkey, on the contrary, had no sombre thoughts to disturb him. He was filled with boundless enthusiasm; though this condition was chronic since he had become engaged to Miss Eyester. Pinkey, in love, was worse than useless. Escorting Miss Eyester was now his regular business, with dude wrangling reduced to a side issue.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking