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"Look here, we're both late for dinner supposing we go and dine somewhere and do a theatre after, eh?" "Oh no we mustn't." All the same Flossie's eyes brightened, for she dearly loved the play. "Why not?" "Because I don't think perhaps you ought to." "You mean I can't afford it?" "Well " "Oh, I fancy even a journalist's income will run to that."
He said, "Come in" to the rap; and to himself he said, "Who next?" It was Mrs. Downey; she glanced round the room, looked at Flossie's photograph with disapproval, and removed, not without severity, Miss Bramble's bed-socks from a chair. She had brought no gift; but she sat down heavily like a woman who has carried a burden about with her all day, and can carry it no farther.
And Flossie would do it again. So that a great deal of time was lost in this way. And with the touch of those soft little arms about his neck demoralization would set in for the evening. And then there was Flossie's education to be attended to; and that took more time than anything.
Flossie was coming, and a low buzz went up when Loraine Lisznayi rode down the main street behind his wolf-dogs. She accompanied the lady reporter of the "Kansas City Star" when photographs were taken of his Bonanza properties, and watched the genesis of a six-column article. At that time they were dined royally in Flossie's cabin, on Flossie's table linen.
Keith, being aware of nothing but Lucia, failed to perceive, as he otherwise might have done, that he had risen in Flossie's opinion by his evident intimacy with Miss Harden. She came blushing and smiling and a little awkward, steered by Keith. But for all her awkwardness she had never looked prettier than at that moment of her approach.
To Flossie's admiration and delight he wore an irreproachable frock-coat and shining linen; she interpreted these changes as corresponding with the improvement in his prospects, and judged that the profession of literature was answering fairly well. They shook hands seriously, as if they attached importance to these trifles. "Am I dreadfully late?" she asked. "Dreadfully."
Flossie's face was crimson, too, while her thoughts flew to that unfurnished room in the brown house at Ealing. She was losing sight of Keith Rickman; for behind Keith Rickman there was Sidney Spinks; and behind Sidney Spinks there was the indomitable Dream. She did not look at Spinks, therefore, but gazed steadily at the top of Mr. Partridge's head.
Bobbsey to the elderly gentleman who looked up with a smile as Flossie's father and Bert entered the room. "Excuse me for disturbing you; but have you seen anything of a little girl " "Did she have blue eyes?" asked the old man. "Yes!" eagerly answered Mr. Bobbsey. "And did she have light hair?" "Oh, yes! Have you seen her?" Softly the man arose from his desk and tiptoed over to a folding screen.
Nan covered her face with her hands, and Bert looked eagerly about, as though for something to throw at the big animal. Mr. Bobbsey was climbing over the rail that was in front of the elephant's cage, and the people around were calling and shouting. The elephant really did have the end of one of Flossie's curls on the tip of his trunk, when along came one of the keepers, or animal trainers.
At least that's what Freddie said afterward, and Freddie ought to have known, for he was right there. Laddie Dickerson did not say it was Flossie's fault, but then it is only brothers who say such things to their sisters. And Freddie did not really intend to make Flossie feel bad. "But we might have had a bigger ride if you hadn't sneezed," said Freddie, after it was all over.
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