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We were the ones who were scared; scared stiff, too." "H-m-m-m!" says I. "Not what you might call a pretty affair, was it?" Mrs. Shaw don't wince at that. She just sneers cynical. "Life with Fletcher Shaw wasn't pretty at any stage of the game," says she. "Say, you don't think I picked my career, do you? True, I was only a girl; but I wasn't quite a fool.
"H-m-m-m!" says Mr. Robert. "You realize that Briscoe is one of the leading mining authorities in the country, I suppose, and that we pay him a large salary as consulting engineer?" I nods. "I know," says I. "And the nearest I ever got to seein' a mine was watchin' 'em excavate for the subway. I'm admittin' all that." "I may add too," goes on Mr.
"And he never shall see them!" announced Mrs. Pedders emphatic. "H-m-m-m!" says I. "A whole boxful that nobody's opened? But suppose now that some of 'em wa'n't say, why not take a look at the lot, just the outsides?" Neither Mrs. Pedders nor Luella took kind to that proposition; but somehow I had a vague hunch it ought to be done. I couldn't say exactly why, either.
"Never did see anything about school to go crazy over." "You'll thank me someday for keeping you at it," said Phil. "See how well you have done this winter with your school work. I'm proud of you. Why, Teddy, there are lots of the boys a long way behind you. They can't say circus boys don't know anything just because they perform in a circus ring." "H-m-m-m!" mused Teddy.
The one you sprang on me wasn't so bad." "H-m-m-m," mused Henry. "I might, and that's a fact. He ain't a bad guy, Old Man Curry ain't. He stakes the hustlers every once in a while." "Well," said Goldmark insinuatingly, "if he should be such a sucker as to stake you, don't forget you was on my pay roll first; that's all I ask."
Not that I puts any of them comments on the record, or works 'em in as repartee. Nothing like that. I may look foolish, but there are times when I know enough not to rock the boat. Besides, this was Myra's turn at the bat; and, believe me, she's no bush-leaguer. "H-m-m-m!" says she, givin' me the up-and-down inventory. "No wonder you're called Torchy. One seldom sees hair quite so vivid."
"Federated Tractions! Are you certain?" "Unless our registry clerk has had a funny dream," says I. "The notice was listed yesterday. And you know how grouchy the old girl was on us." "H-m-m-m!" says he, drummin' his fingers nervous. "Thanks, Torchy. I must look into this." Seemed to worry Mr. Robert a bit; so maybe that's why I had my ears stretched wider'n usual.
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