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The first miles seemed miracles of ease and speed. She came through the mountains into Livingston. Kicking his heels on a fence near town, and fondling a gray cat, sat Milt Daggett, and he yelped at her with earnestness and much noise. "Hello!" said Milt. "Hel-lo!" said Claire. "How dee do," said Mr. Boltwood. "This is so nice! Where's your car? I hope nothing's happened," glowed Claire. "No.
She was on the chaise-longue that had been dragged out into the parlor, in the webbiest of white negligées, a little large-eyed, a little subdued, but sweetening the smile she turned toward him by a trick she had of lifting the brows. "Hel-lo, Wheeler!" she said, raising her cheek to be kissed.
But giving that usually orderly hall an odd look it was about half-past two in the afternoon was a pile of three dirty plates, with used knives and forks upon them, on one of the hall chairs. I went into the hall, looked into either room, and hesitated. Then I fell to upon the door-knocker and gave a loud rat-tat-too, and followed this up with an amiable "Hel-lo!"
"Hel-lo there, Old Timer," he hailed in surprise, "what are you doing, away out here?" "Oh, rambling around," responded Charley airily, waving his hand at the world at large. "It's good for man to be alone, away from them scolding women." The shadow of a smile passed over Wiley's bronzed face and then he became suddenly grim.
Well. . . . Now, Bessie, don't you worry about Nels. He's getting along all right. Tomorrow you or one of the neighbors drive in and get this prescription filled at Dyer's. Give him a teaspoonful every four hours. Good-by. Hel-lo! Here's the little fellow! My Lord, Bessie, it ain't possible this is the fellow that used to be so sickly?
Whatcha doin' in them pants and shoes if you're a patrol " "Hel-lo!" exclaimed the other indignantly. "Impersonatin' an officer eh?" Immediately the others closed in upon him, supremely confident of overcoming by concerted action that smallish, pale, and terrified body. Whereupon P. Sybarite' stepped quickly to one side and, avoiding the rush of one, directly engaged the other.
Instead he turned suddenly and walked down the hall to the double door which led into the reception room. He threw out his legs stiffly and came down rather flat-footed, the way George Cohan does when he's pleased with himself in the second act. "Hel-lo, Mack!" he called out jovially.
But Curly turned away, blinking his eyes, and trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Babe stood watching him through her tears as he tramped down the street, out of the town on the road to the south. Two years later in a hall in Sonora, a man strolled in to the card tables. "Why, hel-lo, Curly!" Curly glanced up briefly. "Hello, George." "Hear you've made another strike."
He halted, faced the double line of women, mostly elderly, seated on the palm-roofed dais extending the length of that end of the ballroom. "Hel-LO!" called he. "Just the person I was looking for. How is Margaret this evening?" "As you see," replied the girl, unfurling the long fan of eagle plumes with which she had tapped him.
He could not but hear Ruth telephoning, and they grinned at each other like conspirators, her eyelids in little wrinkles as she tried to look wicked, her voice amazingly innocent as she talked, Carl carefully arraying his purchases before her, making the candy kitten pursue the sugar mouse round and round the telephone. "Hello, hello! Is Mrs. Needham there?... Hello!... Oh, hel-lo, Laura dear.
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