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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Ess," said Miss Pratt. "Do Flopit again. Be Flopit!" "Berp-werp! Berp-werp-werp." And within the library an agonized man writhed and muttered: "WORD! WORD! WORD " This hoarse repetition had become almost continuous. ... But out on the porch, that little, jasmine-scented bower in Arcady where youth cried to youth and golden heads were haloed in the moonshine, there fell a silence.
"You Flopit, wake up!" she said, in the tone of a mother talking baby-talk. "SO indifferink!" William's feet and his breath halted spasmodically.
That brought him within sight of the gaily dressed young people, about thirty in number, gathered upon the small lawn beside Mr. Parcher's house. Miss Pratt stood among them, in heliotrope and white, Flopit nestling in her arms.
I don't smoke paper and ole carpets. I smoke cigars!" He had created the right impression, for Miss Pratt clapped her hands. "Oh, 'plendid! Light one, Untle Georgiecums! Light one ever 'n' ever so quick! P'eshus Flopit an' me we want see dray, big, 'normous man smoke dray, big, 'normous cigar!"
Clematis, it happened, was just coming into view, having been detained round the corner by his curiosity concerning a set of Louis XVI. furniture which some house-movers were unpacking upon the sidewalk. A curl of excelsior, in fact, had attached itself to his nether lip, and he was pausing to remove it when his roving eye fell upon Flopit.
Ladies and 'entlemen, imitations of darlin' Flopit by ickle boy Baxter." "Berp-werp! Berp-werp!" came the voice of William Sylvanus Baxter. And in the library Plutarch's Lives moved convulsively, while with writhing lips Mr. Parcher muttered to himself. "More, more!" cried Miss Pratt, clapping her hands. "Do it again, ickle boy Baxter!" "Berp-werp! Berp-werp-werp!" "WORD!" muttered Mr. Parcher.
ISN'T he adorable, Mr. Watson?" Mr. Watson put a useless sin upon his soul, since all he needed to say was a mere "Yes." He fluently avowed himself to have become insane over the beauty of Flopit.
Clematis immediately decided to let the excelsior remain where it was, lest he miss something really important. He approached with glowing eagerness at a gallop. Then, having almost reached his goal, he checked himself with surprising abruptness and walked obliquely beside Flopit, but upon a parallel course, his manner agitated and his brow furrowed with perplexity.
"Well, she said I had to find out what in mercy's name you're doin', Willie." "You tell her," he shouted, hoarsely "tell her I'm playin' dominoes! What's she THINK I'm doin'?" "I guess" Jane paused, evidently to complete the swallowing of something "I guess she thinks you're goin' crazy. I don't like Miss Pratt, but she lets me play with that little dog. It's name's Flopit!"
It was Miss Parcher who had been walking beside him, for the truant couple had made their escape at the beginning of the Swedish lady's discourse. In vain William murmured to himself, "Flopit love ole friends best."
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