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I hate these people who moan around and won't be happy unless they can do everything themselves they're generally the kind that give their wives a charge account at Lucile's and ten dollars a year pocket money and go into blue fits whenever poor spouse runs fifty cents over her allowance." Ted pauses, considering. Finally, "No, Ollie I don't think I'm quite that kind of a fool.
There was a twinkle of mischief that he had to go back-five years, anyhow, to remember the like of. He had none of Lucile's feeling that decency required one's joy over an event of this sort to be of the chastened variety and he brightened in instantaneous response to the girl's mood, but the mere impact of her left him for a moment wordless. "You needn't try to make me a speech," she said.
It was not that he slouched nor shuffled nor that he was ill-made, though he was probably one of those unfortunates whom issue uniforms never fit. He carried a little black leather satchel, and it broke over Paula that here perhaps was Lucile's piano tuner. She half formed the intention to stay away another hour or two until he should have had time to finish.
"There has been nothing between them," she said, "that requires a rowdy word like that to express. It has not been even a quarrel. But they have been for the last day or two, a little at ..." "Outs?" Mary suggested. This had been the word on Lucile's tongue. "At cross purposes," she amended and paused again.
It occurred to her, too, that Paula had calculated on her refusal to go to the matinée as definitely as on Aunt Lucile's and for a moment she indulged the idea of changing her mind and going along with them just to frustrate this design. Only, of course, it wouldn't work that way. She couldn't keep Rush from being taken away from her by playing the spoil-sport.
In the first ardor of their friendship they had exchanged rings, Charlotte feeling a little mortified at the time that Lucile's was so much handsomer than hers, and she had kept it carefully turned in to avoid comment. But after all it was not giving up the ring she minded. Lucile's apparent distress touched her affectionate heart. "Don't say that!" she entreated, drawing back.
They all did well, and the fathers and mothers and strangers, too, applauded very loudly. Lucile's Uncle Bill could hear all that was said, though he could see nothing, and he seemed to enjoy it all very much. The first act came to an end with all the children joining in singing a chorus. "And now for act two!" exclaimed Mr. Treadwell, as the curtain went down. "This is in the barnyard, you know."
Brown, and the piano player stopped. "Is there anything the matter?" asked Mr. Treadwell, and Lucile's Uncle Bill seemed a bit uneasy, for, being blind, he could not so well take care of himself in case of accident as could the others. "Don't you want Bunny and me to sing any more, Daddy?" called out Sue, from where she stood on the stage, and nearly every one in the hall laughed.
"And now tell me all that happened, Mart and Lucile." Their story was soon told, just as I have written it here how they were "stranded" when the show broke up, and how Mr. Brown took care of them. The story of Mr. Treadwell was also told to Mart and Lucile's Uncle Bill, and how the impersonator had written the little play. "And once he lost his wig and Wango the monkey had it!" cried Sue.
It is a heady brew, and you have smelled the fumes overmuch. But drain the dregs, turn down the glass, and say that it is good. No, God forbid!" she cried, passionately. "There are good loves. You should find no masquerade, but one fair and shining." Frona was up to her old trick, their common one, and her hand slid down Lucile's arm till hand clasped in hand.
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