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Rob Roy was a sort of thievin' devil of a white Mohawk, that found it easier to steal cattle, than raise them himself; and that Loch Katrin, that they make such a touss about, is jist about equal to a good sizeable duck-pond in our country; at least, that's my idea. For I tell you it does not do to follow arter a poet, and take all he says for gospel.
And the poutlets would come and go on her red lips so quickly that I would come from the window, leaving my book and Christian's Elsa, and a thousand Elsas, just to watch them. "So, Great Brother," Helene would say, "you think she is pretty, do you? 'Tis interesting, for sure. As for me, I see not anything pretty about her. Now, there is Katrin Texel, she is pretty, if you like.
Perhaps, though, she had turned in the doorway, where I could not see her, to throw the lout a kiss so I thought within me, jealously. "You have convoyed your gossip Katrin home in safety, I trust," said I, sweetly, as she came in. "Yes," said she; "but I fear she has left her heart behind her. So wondrously rapid a courtship never did I see!"
Well, on the afternoon of the next day, who should come to the house in the Red Tower but our Helene's gossip, for this week at least her bosom friend, Katrin Texel. She was even more impressive in manner than ever, and also a little pleasanter to behold.
I left instructions for shipping my containers of stuffed animals and dried plants to Paris, France. I opened a line of credit sufficient to cover the babirusa and, Conseil at my heels, I jumped into a carriage. For a fare of twenty francs, the vehicle went down Broadway to Union Square, took Fourth Ave. to its junction with Bowery St., turned into Katrin St. and halted at Pier 34.
But when must the note be delivered?" "To-morrow, as early as possible." "Hm! I might send my cook, Katrin. No, I will go myself." "And will you bring me back the answer?" "I will." Lemm sighed. "Yes, my poor young friend," he said, "you certainly are a most unfortunate young man."
Now this being manifestly only spiteful, I took no notice of her work. "Helene does not love good music," said I; "'tis her only fault. But I trust that you, dear Katrin, have a greater taste for angelic song?" "And I trust you love to scratch upon the twangling zither as cats sharpen their claws upon the bark of trees?
"I would as soon set my feather bolster on end, paint it black and white, and make love to it as to Katrin Texel." "You do worse every day of your life," retorted Helene, with pretty spite, tapping the floor with the point of one delicate foot. "And, pray, what do I that is worse?" I said, knowing full well what.
But I admit that the smile discouraged me. Nevertheless I proceeded gallantly. "Ah, Jungfrau Texel," said I, "you cannot know how your presence brightens our lives here in the Red Tower. Wherefore will you not come oftener to our grim abode?" God wot, it is not easy to make love to a lass when your "Little Sister" is listening especially to a woman-mountain set on watch-springs like Katrin Texel.
"Dear Little Sister, why are you so mindful about Katrin Texel?" said I. "Faith, my lass, wait till she comes again, and I will court her to your heart's content. There there I will be a very Valentine's true lover to your Katrin." For all that she was not greatly cheered, but edged away, still strangely disconsolate when I came near and tried to pet her.
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