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It did not seem to her a matter to be trusted to the electric telegraph; and living as she did in the old-time Temple, it never occurred to her to telephone. There was nothing to do but await his return and give him Flossie's note of warning the moment he entered. She had been going to take the Lump for a walk on the embankment; she must postpone it.
You must come round to the club to-morrow, and we will arrange for some sport. Allons!" They crowded out together amidst a chorus of farewells. Guy took Flossie's arm going down the stairs. "I say, I'm awfully obliged to you for introducing me to your friends," he declared. "I'm having a ripping time!" She laughed. "Oh, they're all right," she declared. "Mind my skirts!"
She was explaining to Flossie's young man, whose name was Sam Halliday, the reason for her having written "Running Waters," her latest novel. "It is daring," she admitted. "I must be prepared for opposition. But it had to be stated." "I take myself as typical," she continued. "When I was twenty I could have loved you. You were the type of man I did love." Mr.
She did as her cousin told her, and, with Flossie's hands on his shoulders, Harry began to swim toward the Bluebird. He did not have to go very far, though, for by this time Mr. Bobbsey and Captain White were there with the rowboat, and the two children were soon lifted in. They were safe, and not harmed a bit, except for being wet through.
"Are you with your parents?" "No, sir, we're all alone," spoke up Freddie. "We were lost on an express train, but we're waiting for my father and mother and Bert and Nan. But a monkey chewed up Flossie's hat and I want a new one for her. You sell hats, don't you?" Flossie and Freddie looked up at the tall man, who smiled kindly down at them.
Then one day her host had gone out to lunch with an editor and she was taking hers with the Lump, when there came a rather hurried knocking at the front door. She opened it, and to her surprise found Flossie standing without. She was at once stricken with admiration of Flossie's hat, which was very large and apparently loaded with the contents of several beds of flowers.
Besides, it was after all a simple question of figures; and Flossie's attitude to figures was, unlike his own, singularly uninfluenced by passion. She would take the sensible, practical view. The sensible practical view was precisely what Flossie did take. But her capabilities of passion he had again misjudged.
Fawn's my colour." "I must say I love blue. I think I'm almost mad about blue; any shade of blue, I don't care what it is. I know I can't go wrong about a colour. But then there's the style " Flossie's fingers turned over the pages with soft lingering touches, while her face expressed the gravest hesitation. "Keith likes me best in these stiff tailor-made things; but I can't bear them.
"Well, that was long enough, wasn't it?" "Quite long enough for all I had to say." Now that was playing into Flossie's hands, for it meant that he had had nothing to say after her arrival. And she was sharp enough to see it.
"I'll get them out for you, Flossie. After this, open the burrs with a stick. Oh, look here!" she cried, as she glanced down at the ground. "Flossie has found a whole lot of nuts in a pile!" They all came over to look at Flossie's find. Surely enough, there were a number of the brown nuts in a little hollow in the ground. "How did they get there?" asked Nellie.
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