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Rosalie, her head on one side, considered the arrangement of the pink ribbon, before she answered: "Jealousy, dearie; perfessional jealousy. The Vango trumpet seances were doin' too well to suit that lyin', fakin', Spirit Truth outfit in Brooklyn wasn't that the bell?" It was. Hattie patted the pillow into place, and sped for the door.
But I'm hopin' for good news in the end." Dr. Blake remained sitting, his head dropped in depression on his breast. Rosalie stooped to pat it with a motherly gesture. "Just remember this," she said, "you love her and she loves you or I miss my guess, an' there ain't no beatin' that combination. If I was fakin' with you I wouldn't need no more than that to make me see your two names in a ring.
My bedchamber is down the hall there, and this has been my lounging room. Of course, I had my meals in the dining-room my after-the-theater suppers, you might say. It's been good fun, foolin' the servants. I hope you don't mind my fakin' grub from your larder, kid. I used to sit around, unbeknownst to the niggers, and listen to them talk about spirits and ghosts and all that sort of thing.
Bless you, Mattie! I ain't a curse nohow to nobody. I don't see as you've got any call to say that, Mattie. I don't go fakin' clies, or crackin' cribs nothin' o' the sort. An' I don't mind doin' of a odd job, if it is a odd one. Don't go for to say that again, Mattie. Mat. I won't, then, Bill. But just look at yourself! You're all in rags. Bill.
Git 'em to swallow the whole thing; then find the yellow spot, work it, and pull 'em into your fakin'. But she never followed the lead, even so much as to seem interested. 'Indeed? says she. 'Well, I see only a few callers, and usually in the evening. I'm a little particular about bein' disturbed at such times, and I must ask you not to come below the top floor on such evenings.
"Aw," said McGuire, looking intently at Raidler, with a peculiar expression upon his face, "the croaker said I was all right, did he? Said I was fakin', did he? You put him onto me. You t'ought I wasn't sick. You said I was a liar. Say, friend, I talked rough, I know, but I didn't mean most of it. If you felt like I did aw! I forgot I ain't sick, the croaker says.
Well, me and Mike lived in them dental parlors for a couple of weeks, decoyin' occasional natives into it, pullin', spilin', fillin', and filin' more teeth than a few, but bimeby the sport got tame. One day Mike was fakin' variations on his guitar, and I was washin' dishes, when I said: "This line is about as excitin' as a game of jack-straws. D'you know it's foot-racin' time with the Injuns?"
"We ought to do you up good and brown!" exclaimed Tom, his fists clenched. "He's only playing off on me he ain't hurt a mite!" growled the farmer. "He's only fakin' on me." "I certainly am not," spoke the young fellow in firm but respectful terms. "I sprained my arm unloading your wagon, Mr. Snad, and I can't drive the team any more to-day.
One was put out with lead, an' the other with silver. Says now he wasn't in the fight at all." "It's a lie! He wuz!" Chick had risen from his pillow, and was leaning forward excitedly. "What do you mean, Chick? How do you know?" "He wuz in the fight!" he cried huskily. "It was 'tween him an' the drunk. Sheeley ketched him fakin' a ace, an' he calls Sheeley a liar, an' they fit all over the floor.
Others took quite a different tone. "It's walnut," said Restless, his professional instincts fully alert. "Yep," agreed Gay, "burr!" "An' it's got pipes," cried Rust, impressively. "I see 'em sure, stickin' up under its wrappin'." "Most likely imitation," suggested Gay, with commercial wisdom. "Y'see them things needs fakin' up to please the eye.
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