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Come now, Misther Robert ain't heard about it yit, so it's all right, Jimmie we'll go down-stairs an' have a nice little visit. It's proud I am ter have ye call on me, but ye mustn't come ter th' front dure, Jimmie ye mustn't do that." Riley's anxiety to get his son down-stairs and into his own domain blinded him to the straightness of Jimmie's back and the severe lines in his face.
"America is the protector of the family," said Jimmie, regarding me with a hostile eye. Tolstoy tactfully changed the subject out of deference to Jimmie's displeasure. "Do many Russians visit America?" asked Tolstoy. "Oh, yes, quite a number, and they are among our most agreeable visitors.
Burke espied Jimmie the Monk meandering through the tables, in company with a heavy, smooth-faced man whose eyes were directed from even that distance toward the table at which Lorna sat. Burke wiped his forehead with his handkerchief, thus cutting off Jimmie's possible view of his features. "Ah, Jimmie, back again. And I see you're with my old friend, Sam Shepard!"
Elise was always there, looking younger than ever in the sables bought with Jimmie's advance royalty, and with various gowns and hats which were the by-products of his best-sellers. The part of the heroine of "The Gay Cockade" was taken by Ursula Simms. She was, as those of you who have seen her know, a Rosalind come to life. With an almost boyish frankness she combined feminine witchery.
Jimmie's conscience really was nothing like as strong as it ought to have been. Jimmie had moods of shameless self-pity, moods of desperate and agonizing doubt.
It was the first time literally the first in Jimmie's whole life that he had been led to think of the government as something else than an enemy and a slave-driver. "How did Granitch take it?" he asked. "Oh, awful! He threatened to quit, and let the government run his plant; but when he found the government was perfectly willing, he dropped his bluff. And look here here's something else."
They didn't need any help that Jimmie could see, and certainly not from a fellow like Heinrich, who couldn't tell a spoke from a handle-bar; but it was none of Jimmie's business, so Heinrich put on working clothes, and spent a couple of weeks sitting behind the counter conversing in low tones with men who came to see him.
He was an Indian prince, but for five dollars would tell fortunes, cast horoscopes, and recover lost articles. Jimmie found him in the back room on the first floor of an old-fashioned house of sandstone on a side street. A blonde young woman, who was directing envelopes and enclosing in them the business card of the prince, accepted Jimmie's five dollars and ushered him into the presence.
Why that kittie joined Jimmie's baseball nine, and to-morrow night I'll tell you about a game of ball that was played. That is if the man in the moon doesn't tumble down and hurt his nose. One day Jimmie Wibblewobble was going over to where Bully, the frog, lived. "Come on!" cried the little boy duck, to the frog. "Let's get up a ball game.
Jimmie's rings and beauty I name her attractions in their proper order as far as I was able to gather from the enamoured officer's glances snatched the prize. The situation as it bade fair to develop was far, far too sacred to permit of ribald speech, so with the greatest difficulty I held my tongue. For my only natural confidant, Jimmie, was plainly disqualified in this case.
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