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I retorted that it was not a matter of piety, but of common decency, and my words were evidently striking home, but the girls applauded me, which spoiled it all "If you want to preach sermons you're in the wrong place," he flared up. "This is no synagogue." "Nor is it a pigsty," Gussie urged, without raising her eyes from her work A month or two later he abandoned these sallies of his own accord.
Sherwood away with him also. Strange though it may seem, Gussie was the only one who saw no fault to find in Mr. Plaisted. He was too free with his compliments to be anything but pleasant company to her.
"No, we didn't," Allee agreed, pausing in her occupation of undressing the gorgeous Queen Helen to stare fixedly at her sister as if trying to fathom her thoughts. "We might ask Gussie for some crumbs. It ain't too late yet." "Crumbs wouldn't do at all. The book says they tie a sheaf of wheat to a tall pole in the yard so the birds will see it and come down and eat. See, there is the picture."
"Oh, don't blaspheme!" said Gussie, faintly, and staggered a little, so that all the Captain's terror returned. If she fainted! "Hi, there, Cyrus! Come aft, will you? Gussie's getting white around the gills Cyrus!" Cyrus came, running, and between them they get the swooning Gussie to her room. Afterwards, when Cyrus tiptoed down-stairs, he found the Captain at the cabin door.
She caught sight of the girl's tear-stained face and stepped quickly into the room. "Why, Gussie." She laid her arm about her shoulder. "What's the matter?" Augusta Kunkel drew away with frank hostility in her brown eyes and answered: "Nothing's the matter I'm tired, that's all." Though she flushed at the rebuff, she murmured gently: "I'm sorry, Gussie." Turning to Dr.
Gussie was able now to meet Mr. Traverse without that feeling of mortification which she experienced after she had read his love-letter before her guests. His manner to her was as kind and respectful as ever, and she hoped he had almost forgotten the circumstance. How often that thoughtless act had been regretted no one knew but herself.
Nevertheless, the spectacle was enough to make me feel like a fellow watching a pal going over Niagara Falls in a barrel, and the thought of what I had escaped caused everything for a moment to go black and swim before my eyes. When I was able to see clearly once more, I perceived that Gussie was now seated.
"Please," he said. "Mr. Pulcifer has a perfect right to ask. I have ah been expecting him to do so. Well, Mr. Pulcifer, I presume Captain Hallet meant that he had ah sold the stock." "He did? I want to know! And what did he mean by sayin' he'd sold it to YOU?" Again Miss Phipps and Cousin Gussie seemed about to take a hand and again Galusha silenced them. "If you please," he begged.
"The usual wardrobe of the English gentleman paying a country-house visit." "You're lying!" Well, I wouldn't have been if he had only waited a minute before speaking, because the words were hardly out of his mouth before Gussie was out of the cupboard. I have commented on the speed with which he had gone in. It was as nothing to the speed with which he emerged.
But Gussie did not care to discuss the matter further, as it required some time to think the matter out seriously, if she would discover why an officer should be less open to objection than a common soldier, for it was true enough that many who wore the stripes had stepped up from the ranks; yet how few of the better class care to make friends with the common soldier, be he ever so respectable as a private individual.
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