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Keap sank into the hammock, and with something like resignation, said: "Proceed with the song." Along the road toward the ranch buildings plodded two dusty pedestrians, one a blond youth bundled thickly in sweaters, the other a fat man who rolled heavily, and paused now and then to mop his purple face.
"He's in he's detained at Omaha for ten days. I fixed it." The overwrought widow dropped back into the hammock, crying weakly: "Oh, you dear, good boy!" "Yes, I'm all of that. I I suppose I'd be missed if anything happened to me!" "How ever did you manage it?" "Never mind the details. It took some ingenuity." Mrs. Keap wrung her hands. "I was so terribly frightened!
It was impossible to resent the boy's smile. "Then at what game did you last run? I hope I'm not too curious?" "Oh no, not at all!" Speed stammered. "Or, if it is easier, at what college games did you first run?" Mrs. Keap was laughing openly now. "Why the clear, ringing, rippling laughter?" asked the young man, to cover his confusion. "Because I think it is very funny." "Oh, you do!"
We cook on an old gas stove that smells. I can't do very good housekeeping becase things are not convenient. I haven't any oven to do a Saturday baking in, and Uncle Jimmie won't let me do the washing. I should feel more as if I earned my keap if I baked beans and made boiled dinners and layer cake, but in New York they don't eat much but hearty food and saluds.
Keap, trooped down from the porch and followed the foreman out toward the sheds, where, in the midst of a crowd of ranch-hands, a burly, loud- voiced Texan was discoursing. "I do wish Jack were here," said Jean nervously, on the way.
Seeing the lady of his dreams monopolized by a rival, however, inspired him to sundry activities, and he spent much of his time among the cowboys, whom he found profitable to the point of mystery. Mrs. Keap, the youthful chaperon, seemed likewise mastered by some private trouble, and puzzled her companions vaguely. Helen reported that she did not sleep, and once Jean found her crying softly.
I love morning music and your voice is so tender." "Life," said Berkeley, "is one sweet " "What is going on here?" demanded a voice behind them, and Mrs. Keap came out upon the porch, eying the pair suspiciously. It was evident that she, like Fresno, had dressed hurriedly. "Mr. Fresno is going to sing to us," explained the younger girl, quickly. "Really?"
Oh! he wouldn't tell me he could run if it were not true." "I don't think he will consent when he learns the truth." "I assure you," said Miss Blake, sweetly, "he will be delighted." It was still early in the afternoon when Jack Chapin and the youthful chaperon found the other young people together on the gallery. "Here's a telegram from Speed," began Jack. "It's terribly funny," said Mrs. Keap.
"Perhaps you'd better go on with your explanations," Chapin suggested, coldly, to Speed. "How can I when you won't listen to me? Hear ye! Hear ye! Culver was engaged to marry Mrs. Keap, but she discovered what a reprobate he is " There was indistinguishable dissent of some sort from Mr. Covington. " and she learned to detest him!" Mrs. Keap likewise dissented in accents muffled.
Keap took occasion to call Speed aside. "I have something to contribute to the training-quarters if you will help me bring it out," said she. The young man bowed. "Most gladly." "We'll be back in a little while," the chaperon announced to the others, and a moment later, when she and Speed had reached the veranda of the house, she paused. "I I want to speak to you," she began, hesitatingly.
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