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"Because this foolish streak has just hit me," says I. "But it's the very thing," says she, clappin' her hands. "Eh?" says I, gawpin'. "For Marion," says she. "Don't you see?" "But she's no perambulatin' rotisserie, is she?" says I. "She might be," says Vee. "And she shall." "Oh, very well," says I. "If you've decided it that way, I expect she will. But I don't quite get you."
"Primitive; but effective, I've no doubt. I must see it in operation." And an hour later he's still there, reposin' comf'table in an office chair with his feet on the windowsill, smokin' cigarettes, and throwin' off chunks of classy dialogue that had Swifty Joe gawpin' at him like he was listenin' to a foreign language. "My assistant, Mr. Gallagher," says I, by way of apologizin'.
"Right, first guess," says I. "By the way you're gawpin' at it, though, it might be a young zebra or a baby hippopotamus. But it's just a mere puppy. Airedale." "Oh!" says Vee, gaspier than ever. "An an Airedale?" "Well?" says I. "Wasn't that the kind I've heard you boostin' all along?" "Ye-e-es," says she, draggy, "I I suppose it was.
"No, no!" breaks in Gerald peevish. "Stop!" "Eh?" says I, gawpin' at him. "If you are proposing all that as a a recompense for being publicly humiliated," says he, "and having my career entirely spoiled well, you just needn't, that's all. I do not care for anything of the kind." I gasps. Then I gazes foolish over at J. Bayard to see if he has anything to offer.
But the josh don't seem to get him at all. He's still gawpin' puzzled through the plate glass. Finally he goes on: "If this was the first time, I might think you were right. But it isn't. I I've seen her before; several times, in fact." "As bad as that, eh?" says I. "Then if I was you I'd look up a doctor." "Now listen," says he. "I don't want you to think I'm foolish in the head.
"Then, by the Lord Harry," says he, "I'd like to make it a good one." "Eh?" says I, gawpin'. "Young man," says he, "I don't know whether you have had fool luck or have been particularly clever, but thus far you have handled this affair for me like a diplomat. Now I'm going to ask you to do something more. I don't care to hear another word about Mrs.
Near as I could tell she don't make a move, and a second later she's turned to me with a sketchy sort of a smile. "I think I may trust you to explain to Mr. Steele later on," says she, "how impossible it would be for me to accept such an invitation." I nods, still gawpin' at her.
So we have decided that our wedding must be a merry one. That is why, Torchy, we have sent for you." "Eh?" says I, gawpin'. "You are to be best man," says Mr. Robert, clappin' me on the back. "Me?" I gasps. "Ah, say!" "Your Miss Verona," adds Elsa, "is to be my only bridesmaid." "Well, that helps," says I. "But how where " "It doesn't matter," says Mr. Robert.
"Well, well!" says I. "Where?" He looks around cautious and then whispers confidential. "In that show window." "Eh" says I, gawpin'. "Oh! You mean you got the idea from one of the dummies? Well, that's playin' it safe even if it is a little unique."
I stayed long enough to see him slump into an easy-chair, his under lip limp and a puzzled look in his eyes, like he was tryin' to figure out just what had hit him. And over by the fireplace is Ferdie, gawpin' at him foolish, and exercisin' his gears, I expect, on the same problem. Neither of them had said a word up to the time I left.
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