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They were looking down from the terrace at the white bear in his pit, when a high voice came above the moderate tones of the crowd; Henry took Gertie's arm, and began to talk rapidly of Nansen and the North Pole, but this did not prevent her from glancing over her shoulder.
"Rap-rap-rap!" sounded sharply from the head of her bed. Gertie stopped sobbing, and her heart stopped beating. She lay tense and still, listening. Everyone knows that spooks rap three times at the head of one's bed. It's a regular high-sign with them. "Rap-rap-rap!" Gertie's skin became goose-flesh, and coldwater effects chased up and down her spine.
I think our Gertie," continued Will, laying his big strong hand gently on the child's head, "seems to have taken an ill-will to railways since then." "I'm not surprised to hear it," observed Emma Lee, as she bent down and kissed Gertie's forehead.
Insane people did that, she had heard. Was she ? She ran over to a shelf that had escaped her notice, and the ill-fitting lamp chimney rattled as she moved. It was stacked high with the same empty syrup cans that at Gertie's did the duty of flower-pots. But these held flour, now quite mouldy, and various other staple supplies all spoiled and useless.
Frank put an arm round the boy to support him. "Oh! Gertie's gone to see a friend," said the Major. "Did you want her?" Frank said nothing, and Mrs. Partington looked from one to the other swiftly. Mrs. Partington had gathered a little food for thought during the last few days.
Then the figure which was Reggie had come in with some laughing remark about being torn away from his work, but, stopping so suddenly in the midst of his laughter at the sight of Gertie's face that it was comical; once more she had had to press her handkerchief to her lips.
In the needle-pricking mode of warfare she was, of course, far more expert than her rival. But if Gertie's hand was clumsy it was also heavy. And always in the back of her mind was the consciousness that she, so to speak, had at least one piece of heavy artillery which she could bring up once the enemy's fire became unendurable.
Apropos of this subject, Gertie let it be known that she herself was not betrothed. Carl had not considered that question; but when he was back in his room he was glad to know that Gertie was free. At the Omega Chi Delta Club, Carl lunched with Ray Cowles. Two nights later, Ray and Gertie took Carl and Gertie's friend, the glorious creature from London, Nebraska, to the opera.
Trew, where's that corkscrew of yours?" "Isn't it about time I was asked to do something?" demanded Bulpert, with an injured air. "Let us see you do your celebrated trick," suggested Gertie's aunt, with irony, "of eating nearly everything there is on the table. That's what you're really clever at."
"You bet you won't forgit it, Sam Bartlett!" he crowed, in trembling but delicious triumph. "You bet you won't! I've fixed you just the same as the Black Rover fixed the mutineers. Run off with my girl, will ye? And marry her, will ye? Sam interrupted him. "Why! WHY!" he cried. "That's that's Gertie's house! This isn't Trumet! The next moment he was seized from behind.
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