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Bilton took the turkey and thanked him, and gave it to Fanny, who carried it out to the kitchen, and Mr. Gilton gave one last look at its legs as it went through the door, feeling that now he must wake up from this nightmare.
But," he added, with a queer little smile, "I wasn't going to tell you so, you know." "Of course you wasn't," exclaimed Mr. Gilton, hurriedly, with a touch of that unholy excitement that a lapse from grammar imparts. "We wouldn't any of us," asserted Walter. "No," said Susan, Fanny, and Cora Cordelia. Then it came out that the whole family had rather admired the dog than otherwise.
Bilton had right on his side when he complained that this same dog came into his yard, being apparently indifferent to any coolness between the estate owners, and ran over a bed of geraniums and one thing and another, that was the small Bilton offset to the Gilton bench and ball.
Gilton, the words wrung from his lips, while beads stood on his forehead, "yes, I brought you the turkey." "Did you really?" exclaimed Mrs. Bilton, who thought he had all the time. "That was very kind of you." "Will you please take it take it away?" he said, with that wish to have something over which we associate with the dentist. So Mrs.
"They got the second one, though," said Reuben, hanging up his hat. "Oh, dear, did they!" said Mrs. Gilton. Then she went on, "Well, I don't care if they did, so there! I guess they need it for their Christmas dinner." "No, they don't," said Reuben, turning around and facing her, "because they are going to eat part of ours.
Bilton cleared his throat, hesitated a moment, and then said boldly, "I think I ought to tell you, Mr. Gilton, that I had nothing whatever to do with the death of your dog." Mr. Gilton felt the ground slipping away from under his very feet. That dog had been his piece of resistance, as it were. "I wouldn't have poisoned him," went on Mr. Bilton, "for a hundred dollars.
Everybody agreed with the Biltons about that, everybody except the Giltons themselves, who, by some one of nature's freaks, didn't mind it. Mrs. Bilton often said she wished Mrs. Gilton could be a light sleeper for a week and see what it was like. So, too, everybody thought that Mr.
Gilton, the uncompromising nature of his language being intensified by the fact that he jumped nearly two feet from the suddenness of the newsboy's attack. Even the newsboy, inured to the short words of an unfriendly world, and usually quite indifferent thereto, was impressed by the asperity of the suggestion and moved somewhat hastily on.
The boy looked at his quarter and looked again at his customer, and recognized him, and made up his mind to buy a couple of hot sausages on the corner, and went on his way feeling that there was a new heaven and a new earth. Mrs. Gilton was standing at the parlor window, peering out anxiously as he came up the path. She was in the hall as he entered.
Gilton would have liked more of it, but she had given up thinking about it, for her husband had said so many times that it was women's tomfoolery to want to have people, whom you weren't anything to and who weren't anything to you, ringing your doorbell all the time and bothering around in your dining-room, which of course it was; and she would have believed it if a woman ever did believe anything a man says a great many times.
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