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"Don't it look kinda funny that Miss Eyester would take any in'trist in Old Man Penrose? A girl like her wouldn't care nothin' about his money, would she?" Wallie looked dour as he answered: "You never can tell maybe." He had been asking himself the same question about Miss Spenceley, whom he had seen rather frequently of late with Canby.
Appel, alternately gnawing her bone and crying softly, begged them not to let her see him if he did not look natural, while Miss Eyester leaned against the door-jamb in a fainting condition. "Maybe I can bust it with my shoulder," said Mr. Hicks, throwing his weight against the door.
As Miss Eyester had opined, Miss Macpherson was taking her tonic, or about to. "I've come to make a suggestion, Auntie," Wallie began, with a little diffidence. "What is it?" Miss Macpherson was shaking the bottle. "Let's not go South this winter." "Where then?" She smiled indulgently as she measured out the medicine. "Why not California or Arizona?" he suggested.
Stott, and his expression was so diabolic that it was the first time for many days that he had looked natural. "Red" McGonnigle, with his hat over his face, dozed in the shade of the bed-wagon. Aunt Lizzie busied herself with preparations for departure. Miss Eyester perused the testimonials for a patent medicine contained in a pamphlet left by previous campers.
By George! he would suggest it to her! He got up with alacrity, cheerful immediately. She was not on the veranda and Miss Eyester was of the opinion that she had gone to her room to take her tonic. "I have turned the shoulder, Wallie." Mrs. Appel held up the sweater triumphantly. "That's good," said Wallie, feeling uncomfortable with Miss Spenceley within hearing. "Wallie," Mrs.
He had not expected Miss Eyester, because she was usually employed during the winter, and it was only when a well-to-do relative sent her a check that she could afford a few weeks in Florida. But Miss Eyester was one of his favourites, and he immediately expressed the hope that she was to stay the entire season, while he noticed that she was wearing a mounted bear-claw for a hat-pin.
Budlong put the lighted end of a cigar in his mouth and burned his tongue to a blister, while Miss Eyester dropped into a chair and had her sinking spell and recovered without any one remarking it. In an abandonment that was like the delirium of madness Mr.
"'Ittie horse eats human flesh, you'd better not git too close," said Pinkey. Miss Eyester looked admiringly at Pinkey in his red shirt and declared with an arch glance: "You're so droll, Mr. Fripp!" Since Mr. Fripp thought something of the sort himself he did not contradict her, but told himself that she was "not so bad for a dude."
Budlong in his frenzy snatched a pair of scissors from Miss Eyester and headed the posse which expected to pursue the murderer. He was not a murderer yet, however, for Mrs. Budlong's screams had not diminished in volume, although it was feared that worse than death might already have befallen her.
"I wisht I'd died when I was little," he remembered his saying. Also Pinkey's moroseness of the morning and the ferocity of his expression took on special significance in the light of his strange absence. Instinctively Wallie looked at Miss Eyester. That young lady was watching him closely and saw his gravity. Unexpectedly she burst into tears so explosively that Mrs.
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