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Updated: June 4, 2025
What of that, NOW? Just to be a simple porter, and journey with her to the far, strange pearl among cities whence she had come! The gentle porter bowed her toward the steps of his car; but first she gave Flopit into the hands of May Parcher, for a moment, and whispered a word to Wallace Banks; then to Joe Bullitt; then to Johnnie Watson; then she ran to William. She took his hand.
He felt that he had endured about enough from this Apache, and that it was nearly time to destroy him. Having no experience of battle, save with bedroom slippers and lace handkerchiefs, Flopit had little doubt of his powers as a warrior. Betrayed by his majestic self-importance, he had not the remotest idea that he was small.
"How how do you how do you think of me when I'm not with you?" "Think nice-cums," Miss Pratt responded. "Flopit an' me think nice-cums." "No," said William; "I mean what name do you have for me when you're when you're thinking about me?" Miss Pratt seemed to be puzzled, perhaps justifiably, and she made a cooing sound of interrogation. "I mean like this," William explained.
"Oh, cute-ums!" came the silvery voice of Miss Pratt from the likewise silvery porch outside, underneath the summer moon. "Darlin' Flopit, look! Ickle boy Baxter goin' make imitations of darlin' Flopit again. See! Ickle boy Baxter puts head one side, then other side, just like darlin' Flopit. Then barks just like darlin' Flopit!
She's lookin' for you all over the house. She told papa she don't know what in mercy's name people are goin' to think about you, Willie." The distraught youth strode to her. "The party " he choked. "They all stayed pretty long," said Jane, "but the last ones said they had to go home to their dinners when papa came, a little while ago. Johnnie Watson was carryin' Flopit for that Miss Pratt."
For an instant he thought she had spoken to him, and then for the first time he perceived the fluffy head of the dog bobbing languidly over her arm, with the motion of her walking, and he comprehended that Flopit, and not William Sylvanus Baxter, was the gentleman addressed. But but had she MEANT him?
At the farm-house where the party were to dine, Miss Pratt with joy discovered a harmonium in the parlor, and, seating herself, with all the girls, Flopit, and Mr. George Crooper gathered around her, she played an accompaniment, while George, in a thin tenor of detestable sweetness, sang "I'm Falling in Love with Some One." His performance was rapturously greeted, especially by the accompanist.
All at once, a roguish and irresponsible mood seized upon Clematis; he laid his nose upon the ground, deliberating a bit of gaiety, and then, with a little rush, set a large, rude paw upon the sensitive face of Flopit and capsized him. Flopit uttered a bitter complaint in an asthmatic voice.
He lifted his voice in sonorous dolor, stating that he did not like the cellar and would continue thus to protest as long as he was left in it alone. He added that he was anxious to see Flopit and considered it an unexampled outrage that he was withheld from the opportunity.
"You would make a glorious actress!" he said. At that her mood changed. "Ickle boy Baxter t'yin' flatterbox us, tunnin' Flopit! No'ty, no'ty flatterbox!" "No, no!" William insisted, earnestly. "I mean it. But but " "But whatcums?" "What do you think about actors and actresses making love to each other on the stage? Do you think they have to really feel it, or do they just pretend?"
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