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If you will let me take that bottle of ammonia with me, I suppose by rights it now belongs to the house, I'll go back to that room and fight it out with the wasps. As I haven't any good points, they'll be able to put some into me, I'll wager." Lodloe laughed.
Perhaps you would be content to take anything that might be left." "I suppose you mean Mr. Lodloe," said Ida. "Well, to speak plainly, I have never thought that I had a right to take him into consideration, but if the field were entirely open, I would not hesitate a moment in preferring him to either of the others." Now Mrs. Cristie laughed outright.
When Ida isn't tending to the child, and it's too wet to be out of doors, you can have the little parlor to yourselves. I'll have it dusted and aired." "Excuse me," said Lodloe, coming forward, "but if you have no further use for that ladder, Mr. Tippengray, I will take it to Lanigan Beam, who is leaning out of his window, and shouting like mad.
"It seems odd that we should happen to be going to the same place, and yet it is not so very odd, after all, for people going to the Squirrel Inn must take this boat and land at Romney, which is not on the railroad." "The odd part of it is that so few people go to the Squirrel Inn," said the lady. "I did not know that," remarked Lodloe; "in fact I know very little about the place.
"I will take my chances with Stephen Petter," said Lodloe, after a suitable pause. "I am going to the Squirrel Inn, and I am bound to stay there. There must be some road not through Germantown by which a fellow can get into the favor of Mr. Petter. Perhaps you will say a good word for me, madam?"
If another passenger had got in his way, he would not have sworn at him. Therefore it was that, gently pleased by the sensations of victory, Walter Lodloe sat on the upper deck and watched the busy scene. He soon noted that passengers were beginning to come down the pier in considerable numbers, and among these his eye was caught by a young woman wheeling a baby-carriage.
She had come out expecting something, she did not know exactly what; it might not have been a walk among the sweet-pea blossoms, but she was very certain it was not a conversation with Mr. Petter, while Walter Lodloe sat over there in the moonlight with Calthea Rose. "You need not have given yourself any anxiety," she said to her companion, "for I have not the slightest idea of discharging Ida.
Tippengray again looked out of the window; then he helped himself to butter, and said: "Have you ever noticed, Mrs. Petter, that the prevailing style in wild flowers seems to vary every year? It changes just like our fashions, though of course there are always a few old fogies among blossoming weeds, as well as among clothes-wearers." The next morning Walter Lodloe came to Mrs.
"Hello!" said the latter, looking up, "are they at that stupid business yet?" Lodloe smiled. "Are you waiting for Miss Mayberry to get through with her lesson?" he asked. "Yes, I am," said Lanigan. "I have been hanging around here for half an hour. I never saw such a selfish old codger as that Tippengray. I suppose he will stick there with them the whole afternoon."
"Thought Miss Mayberry was making them creak," said Lodloe. "But she is not, and you may as well postpone the lesson I suppose you want to give her. She is at present taking lessons in botany from another professor"; and he hereupon stated in brief the facts of the desertion of the infant Douglas. "Now what am I going to do with the little chap?" he continued; "I must search for Mrs. Petter."
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