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Bold vehemently. "Here I've been a-livin' wi' ye all these years, and ye've never let me keep so much as a canary bird. There's the Willises have gold-fish down to their place, and they be but cottagers; and Mrs. Fripp have got a parrot. A real beauty he be, what can sing songs and laugh and shout like the children, and swear ye'd think t'was Fripp hisself, he do do it so naitral!"
"That's awfully good of you, Mr. Fripp," she said, gratefully. Pinkey, who always jumped when any one called him "Mister," replied bluntly: "Tain't I wantta." "We'll all go!" Mrs. Stott cried, excitedly. "Shore." There was less enthusiasm in the answer. "We were so fortunate as to be able to purchase our equipment for riding broncos before coming out here," explained Mr. Budlong.
As nearly all Bolt's acquaintances had carriages, it seemed imperative on him to follow their example, which he was not long in doing. And this item of expense necessarily entailed that of two very worthy gentlemen viz.: Mr. Fripp the coachman, and Mr. Still the footman without whom no turn-out can be considered complete.
"No," she replied, blushing. Not until then had Mr. Cone observed the Montana diamond flashing on her finger. "Ah-h?" He raised his eyebrows inquiringly. Miss Eyester nodded. "In January." "A Western millionaire, I venture?" he suggested playfully. "A stockman." "Indeed?" A new respect was in Mr. Cone's manner. "Cattle?" "Sheep," replied Miss Eyester, proudly. "Mr. Fripp is herding at present."
Russ and Alice reached the window at the same time. "There he is!" Alice cried. "And walking as well as any man," Russ exclaimed. "Here's where I get him!" The moving picture camera was brought to the casement, and a moment later Russ began clicking away at it. He had it focused on Merley who, with Fripp, was walking about the other cabin.
The subject of the eulogy stared back unabashed at the guests, who stared at him in admiration and curiosity. Unflattered, unmoved, he sagged to one side of the bare-backed horse with the easy grace of one accustomed to the saddle. No one just like him ever had come under the observation of the august patrons of The Colonial. Pinkey Fripp was about five feet four and square as a bulldog.
Before he went to the army "Willie" Smith had been a bashful boy who blushed when the guests spoke to him, but he faced them now with the assurance of a vaudeville entertainer as he introduced his "buddy": "Pinkey Fripp, of Wyoming a hero, ladies and gentlemen! The grittiest little soldier in the A.E.F., with a medal to prove it!"
Nevertheless, with all these notorious sources of income, the shameless old woman constantly pleaded poverty, and begged for scraps at Mrs. Hackit's, who, though she always said Mrs. Fripp was 'as false as two folks', and no better than a miser and a heathen, had yet a leaning towards her as an old neighbour. 'There's that case-hardened old Judy a-coming after the tea-leaves again, Mrs.
Tucker repairing a sofa in the rear of his "Second-Hand Store." Returning, the constable laid the six-shooters on the shelf among the shaving mugs and removed his badge. "Who's that?" inquired the patron, since the barber offered no explanation. "Oh, them toughs 'Gentle Annie' Macpherson and 'Pinkey' Fripp," was the answer in a wearied tone. "I hate to see 'em come to town."
"'Ittie horse eats human flesh, you'd better not git too close," said Pinkey. Miss Eyester looked admiringly at Pinkey in his red shirt and declared with an arch glance: "You're so droll, Mr. Fripp!" Since Mr. Fripp thought something of the sort himself he did not contradict her, but told himself that she was "not so bad for a dude."
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