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"You're going ... to Mexico?" "Yes; alone." The color crept up and up until it reached the graying hair, crisply waved, like Jimsy's. "No King woman ever ... held harder ... than that!" he gasped. "You're a good girl, Honor Carmody. They knew ... what to ... name you, didn't they?" She leaned nearer, holding her hand so that the rays of the night light fell on the ring.
Is he is he " she kept telling herself that she was Honor Carmody, the tomboy-girl who never cried or made scenes Jimsy's Skipper her dear Stepper's Top Step; she was not a silly creature in a novel; she would not scream and beg them to tell her tell her even if they stood there staring at her for hours longer.
She was not rebuffed. "You are quite all wretched," she said, "you poor lad, and I'm no end sorry, but Carter, don't think this ill wind of Jimsy's will blow you any good." He flushed hotly through his strained pallor. "Ah," said the Englishwoman, gently, "you were counting on it. It's no good, Carter. It's no good. Not with Honor Carmody."
We've known each other ever since well, before we could walk or talk! Our nurses used to take us out together in our buggies. We were born next door in these two houses, on the same day. Jimsy's just about an hour older than I am!" "I have never had many friends," said Carter Van Meter. "I've been moving about so much, traveling ... other things have interfered."
But Jimsy's Skipper sat on the floor, waving her arms, swaying her body like a yell leader, still shouting his name in her cracked voice, and then, crazily, her eyes wide as if she visualized a field, far away, a game, a gallant figure speeding to victory, she sang: You can't beat L. A. High! You can't beat L. A. High! Use your team to get up steam But you cant beat L. A. High!
"And Jess and Jimsy and " "And that other young fellow? Why, they " "Never felt better in their lives," came Jimsy's cheerful voice from the door, which framed, beside himself, Jess, and the young naval officer. "The first time I was ever knocked out by lightning," declared the latter, "and really it's quite invigorating."
She realized that she was gripping the old ring with the thumb and fingers of her right hand, literally "holding hard." Was this what James King had meant? Had Jeanie King, Jimsy's firm-chinned Scotch mother who so nearly saved her man, had she held on in times like this? Surely no "Wild King" had ever failed his woman as Jimsy had failed her, in the face of such hideous danger.
"I daresay she'll be looking for war whoops and tomahawks. And if it comes to that, we can furnish the former, especially Sunday night." "Muzzie, did you meet the boy?" Honor wanted to know. "Yes. He came in for tea with us. A beautifully mannered boy. Very much at ease. We must have him here, Honor." "Yes, Jimsy's already asked him for Sunday night, Muzzie. Jimsy likes him." "Well, he may.
Jimsy's radiating fancies focussed themselves, at last, on the vision of a trig little sail-boat, "a jug of wine, a loaf of bread" in the cabin, with possibly the book of verses underneath the bow, or more suitably, in the shadow of the sail; and Aleck Van Camp and himself astir in the rigging or plunging together from the gunwale for an early swim.
"You have, Honor! You have! You've never been a comfort to me not since you were a tiny child. And even then you were tomboyish and rough and queer." "I know, Muzzie." "I never heard of anything so brazen in all my life running after him to Mexico to visit people you never laid eyes on in all your days, utter strangers to you " "Jimsy's aunt and uncle, Muzzie."
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