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Kloh came home for lunch, and while Dlorus sat on his lap in the living-room, and repeated that she had been a "bad, naughty, 'ittle dirl what did the fellows say at the mill?" Milt and Claire sat dumpily on the back porch, regarding scenery which featured of seven tin cans, a broken patent washing-machine, and a rheumatic pear tree. "I suppose we ought to start," groaned Claire.
When Mr. Kloh had gone off to the mill thrice returning from the gate to kiss Dlorus and to thank her rescuers Claire sat down and yawningly lashed off every inch of Dlorus's fair white skin: "You're at it already; taking advantage of that good man's forgiveness, and getting lofty with him, and rather admiring yourself as a spectacular sinner.
Will you step in?" Claire buttoned the child's rompers before she spoke. Then: "Mr. Kloh, I want to be perfectly honest with you. I've had word from your wife. She's unhappy, and she loves and admires you more than any other man in the world, and I think she would come back misses the child so." The man wiped his reddened hands. "I don't know I don't wish her no harm.
Obviously this silken girl couldn't possibly take seriously a Dlorus Kloh or a young garage man who said "ain't." Eva Gilson had been in Brooklyn within the month, and in a passion of remembrance of home, Claire cried, "Oh, do tell me about everybody." "I had such a good time with Amy Dorrance," said Mrs. Gilson.
They came into North Yakima at breakfast time, and found the house of Mr. Kloh, a neat, bare, drab frame box, with tight small front and back yards. Dlorus was awake, and when she wasn't yawning, she was enjoying being hysterical. "Miss Boltwood," she whined, "you go in and jolly him up." Milt begged, "Better let me do it, Claire." They looked squarely at each other.
Johnny Kloh, with an unrestricted view of tin cans!" lamented Claire. "Still, your drive didn't end at Kloh's; it ended way up in the mountains." Mr. Boltwood bumbled down on them: "Another minute late! Like to know what the matter is!" "Yes, father!" When Mr. Boltwood's impatiently waiting back was turned, Claire gripped Milt's hand, and whispered to him, "You see, I'm captured!
I was so bored with Kloh, and no nice dresses or nothin', and I did love the kid, but he squalled so, just all the time, and Pinky come, and he was so funny Oh, let me alone!" Claire shivered, then, and the strength seemed to go from the steady arms that had supported Dlorus's head.
Come, let's wash up, and I'll help you put on your prettiest dress." "Honest, will you?" cried the woman, in high spirits, all grief put aside. "I got a dandy China silk dress, and some new white kid shoes! My, Mr. Kloh, he won't hardly know me. He'll take me back. I know how to handle him. That'll be swell, going back in an automobile. And I got a new hair-comb, with genuine Peruvian diamonds.
Take me to Mr. Kloh! Oh, he was My husband, Mr. Kloh. Oh, so good. Only he didn't understand a lady has to have her good times, and Pink danced so well " Dlorus sprang up, flung into the cabin, stood in the dimness of the doorway, holding a butcher knife and clamoring, "I will! I'll kill myself if you leave me! Take me down to Mr. Kloh, at North Yakima, tonight!" Milt sauntered toward her.
Kloh, please don't! He's dead!" wailed Claire. "Dead? Pinky? Oh my God! And I won't ever see him, and he was so funny and " She threw herself on the ground; she kicked her heels; she tore at her loosely caught, tarnished blonde hair. Claire knelt by her. "You mustn't you mustn't we'll "
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