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He ain't exactly green-eyed, but he's some disturbed. Yes, all of that! "I I think I'd best speak to Marjorie," says he. "You'll have plenty of competition," says I. "Look!" For the young chappies are crowdin' around her two deep, makin' dates for the next numbers. "Ferdie stares at the spectacle puzzled. He's a persistent messer, though.
Maybe it was my play to stick it out with Ferdie and the old boy, but I couldn't see any percentage in that, with Vee gone; so I wanders casual into the hall, butts around through the music room, follows a bright light at the rear, and am almost run down by Marjorie hurrying the other way sleuthy. "Oh!" she squeals. "It's you, is it, Torchy? S-s-s-sh!" "What you shushin' about?" says I.
"I why, I said I would do that!" said Dr. Bates, hastily. "I just called in to the maid, when she telephoned Bevis, and said, 'Ask him if he can put me up overnight. You see, I've got my things." "Well, then, I won't," said Sally. Her tone was cold, but a side glance at his serious face melted her a little. "This is ALL Ferdie!" she burst out angrily.
But Brother-in-law Ferdie, with that doubleply slate roof of his, needs watchin' close. He has a nutty idea that he ought to be sociable, and he no sooner spots Mr. Robert and Miss Elsa Hampton, chattin' cozy in a garden nook, than he's prompted to kick in and explain to 'em all about the Latin names of the surroundin' vines and shrubbery. Which brings out business of distress from Marjorie.
But her three sisters had always disliked Vera. They disliked her because, while they went unmarried, Vera, not content with the one man who was her just and legal portion, had taken another man whom she had no right to. And Auntie Emmeline had been in love with Ferdie. Still, there was a certain dreadful truth in their reproaches; and it stung. Frances said to herselv that she had not been wise.
Vee had come back with the rest of us, her hair all sparkled up with salt spray and her eyes shinin', and shows me how to coil up the slack of the sheet like a doormat. On and on we booms, with the land miles away on either side. "But see here!" protests Ferdie. "I thought we were to stop at Greenwich for provisions." "Make in there against this head wind?" says Mr. Robert. "Not to-day."
And it was rich to see Ferdie, all gussied up in yellow gloves, throwin' his whole one hundred and twenty-three pounds onto a rope. Say, about all the yachtin' Ferdie and me had ever done before was to stand around and look picturesque. But this was the real thing, and it comes mighty near bein' reg'lar work, take it from me.
A look of deep disgust from Ferdie. "I'm not a dancing man, you know," says he. "Both feet Methodists, eh?" says I. Ferdie stares puzzled. "It's only that I'm sure I'd look absurd," says he. "For once," says I, "you ain't so far from wrong. I expect you would." Even that don't seem to please him, and he refuses peevish to trail along and watch me blow myself to a pair of dancin' pumps.
"We meant it " said Ferdie, and paused. " for your good," said Thompson. "Oh, well, if you meant it for my good!" said Boland graciously. "All the same, if I ever decide to 'be somebody, I'm going to be Francis Charles Boland, and not a dismal imitation of a copy of some celebrated poseur I'll tell you those! Speaking as a man of liberal or lax morality, you surprise me.
Sally was out calling one hot Saturday afternoon when Ferdie, as was his habit, brought Dr. Bates home with him to the Ferdies' little awninged and shingled summer home in Sausalito. Elsie, with an armful of delightfully pink and white baby, led them to the cool side porch, and ordered cool things to drink. Sally, she said, as they sank into the deep chairs, would be home directly and join them.
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