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He swallowed hard. At last, he got it out. "Katriny Katriny, is that Sparks that fellow downstairs? Is that Sparks?" "Hush," said Katrina. "Of course, that is Willoughby Park. Why, Grandfather, didn't you ask his name?" "No," said Mr. McBride, "I didn't. I just saw he was a fine, likely " He stopped abruptly. "Well, I'll be damned," said Mr. McBride.
"Don't you do that! A man can't stand a woman tagging at his heels. He's got to have room, and air to breathe." "Smoke, you mean," put in Katrina, with returning spirit, "and I warn you, Grandfather, that if you make fires off our place, you'll be arrested." "Pooh! Fires!" said Mr. McBride contemptuously. "Amusement for children. I ain't a-makin' fires these days, Katriny.
When they became aware of him, leaning heavily upon his stick and frowning at them through the dusk, Katrina braced herself to meet whatever might come. But, suddenly, to her intense surprise, Mr. McBride beamed upon them radiantly. "Well, well, Katriny," he said, in high good humor, "so you've been over that gate again, eh? Been lookin' over that wall, eh?
Grandfather McBride, after settling his guest, came straight upstairs and stopped at her door. "Little cuss," beamed Mr. McBride, "goin' off, locking up her old grandfather and meetin' young chaps. Say, Katriny," he remarked casually, "he's a fine fellow, ain't he?" Katrina, busy with her hair, nodded. "Now, if I was a girl," continued Mr.
Now they're away, I'm goin' to do things. I'm on a vacation myself," said Mr. McBride, "and I'll have a bonfire on the front lawn if I say so. You go back to the house, Katriny, and read Gibson." "Ibsen," flashed Katrina. "I don't care what his Dutch name is read him. Or else" a grim light of humor in his hard gray eye "go over and see that parrot." Katrina almost stamped her foot.
"Speaking of the club, how's Sparks, Katriny?" Katrina sat suddenly erect and her color deepened. "Do you by any chance mean Mr. Willoughby Park, Grandfather? If so, I know nothing whatever about him. I haven't seen him for a week." This with a jerk. "Don't you marry that chap, Katriny," went on Mr. McBride, unimpressed, "and don't you let him come around here. He's no good.
A fellow that hangs around a country club when he ain't hangin' around a girl, is always no good. You marry a chap with brains, Katriny, even if he ain't so long on the cash. Why, I know a young fellow " Mr. McBride pulled himself up short. "You dash in for brains, Triny, and I'll take out my pocket book." Here he nodded, as if concluding a bargain, but Katrina was already upon her feet.
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