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"The whole town knows that you're the real village goat." The Widow Larken did not answer Bobby directly. She called back to a blue-overall-clad porter at the end of the lobby: "Open the dining-room doors, Michael."
"I will be responsible for the hotel bills of these people until further notice," said he. The Widow Larken, looking intently at Bobby's scarf-pin, relented no whit in her uncompromising attitude. "And who might you be?" she demanded, with a calm brow and cold determination. "I am Robert J. Burnit," said Bobby. "I'll give you a written order if you like or a check."
"Why, yes," said Bobby. "I just went up to the Hotel Larken and said I'd be responsible for their hotel bill." "Oh," said Spratt. "Then you're backing them for their week here." "Well, I'm not quite sure about that," hesitated Bobby. "If you don't, I will," offered Spratt. "There's a long line of full-dress Willies here that'll draw their week's wages in advance to attend grand opera in cabs.
"Haven't time just now, Biff," said Bobby; "but jump into the machine with us and I'll do the 'chauffing. That will make room for all of us. We can talk on the way to the Hotel Larken. Do you know where it is?" "Me?" scorned Biff. "If there is an inch of this old town I can't put my finger on in the dark, blindfolded, I'll have that inch dug out and thrown away."
Not one room had Madam Larken saved for all these alien warblers, not one morsel of food had she loosed from her capacious kitchen; and yet not one member of the company had she permitted to stray outside her doors while Signorina Caravaggio and Signor Ricardo and the Herr Professor Frühlingsvogel had gone out to secure an angel, two stout porters being kept at the front door to turn back the restless.
Sir WILLIAM and CLARA continue speaking. Sir W. Did Gilbert introduce his bride elect to you, Clara? Clara. Yes, Mabel Larken, that girl with the sweet modest countenance and her mother, that respectable-looking woman; and her brother, I see, is here, that boy with the quick, intelligent eyes. I know all the family know them all to be good; and these were the people I might have served!
Oh! no, sir, not when you'll be going up to the castle to the lady you'll be in no condition. Christy. Tut, girl 'twill give me heart. "They say it was care killed the cat, That starved her, and caused her to die; But I'll be much wiser than that, For the devil a care will care I." Widow LARKEN'S Cottage. Widow LARKEN, MABEL, and GILBERT. Gilb.
You can fake notices about them from what you know. Use two-inch streamers clear across the pages, then you can get some fresh stuff and the repertoire to-night for the morning papers. Play it up strong, Spence. Use plenty of space; and, say, tell Billy to get ready for a three o'clock rehearsal. Now, Burnit, let's go up to the Larken and make arrangements."
Besides, it was only Tom Larken, who set them on to try and get your button from you, and he's gone off to another part of the country now. 'I think, p'raps, went on Teddy slowly, as he turned over on his back and looked up at the clear blue sky above him, 'that I wasn't quite true about the bullets. I think it was six bullets and three sword cuts.
"After lunch!" exclaimed the Signorina with a most expressive placing of her hands over her belt, whereat the Herr Professor and Der Grosse Tenore both turned most wistfully to Bobby to see what effect this weighty plea might have upon him. "Lunch!" she repeated. "If you would carry a fork-full of steaming spaghetti into the Hotel Larken at this minute you'd start a riot. Why, Mr.
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