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Really the parrot made more noise than Wango, but Miss Winkler did not seem to think so. "Well, I'm glad to get back my wig, anyhow," said Mr. Treadwell, as he took that and the jacket from Wango. "This little monkey must have gone in my room, found that I left my trunk open, and then he took out what he wanted." "Do you really think he knew he was dressing up like a tramp?" asked Lucile.
They dragged the boy on board. Then they were away again, full speed once more. "Well, that's done," sighed Lucile, as she settled herself at the wheel. "They've our rowboat and we have theirs. I hope that after this they will let us alone." "The person who is bothering me," said Marian with a frown, "is this little brown visitor of ours. Who is he? Where did he come from?
One cannot dabble with mud and remain spotless." "That opens the field wide." She clasped and unclasped her hands gleefully. "You have said that her name was Lucile; you display a knowledge of her; you have given me facts about her; you doubtless retain many which you dare not give; in short, if one cannot dabble and remain spotless, how about you?" "But I am " "A man, of course. Very good.
After a moment, the mining man said: "I guess the millinery investment won't break us; but there's no question about Weatherbee's being a live town, and Lucile can sell goods." "I presume next," said Mrs. Feversham with veiled irony, "we shall be hearing of you as the first mayor of Weatherbee." Banks shook his head gravely. "They shouldered that on to Henderson Bailey."
After a while the young man roused himself from the torpor into which the suddenness of this awful blow had plunged him. By the light of the lanthorn he began to write upon a sheet of paper which he had torn from his pocket-book. "MY DEAR LUCILE," he wrote, "As you say, our debt to your father and to you all never could be adequately repaid.
They were chilled through and sleep was impossible. "Lucile," said Marian at last, "I believe we could set the kiak up and bank it solidly into place, then creep into it and sleep there." "We might," said Lucile doubtfully.
And though the two little strangers gave much of their time to getting ready for the performance they still had hours when they thought of their missing relations Uncle Bill, Uncle Simon and Aunt Sallie. For, though many letters had been written by Mr. Brown and Mr. Treadwell, no answers had come, and at times Lucile and Mart were very sad.
To the duck about whose neck the string had encircled, this move was too late, for Marian was upon him. And a moment later, looking very much like the old woman who went to market, with a dead gray duck dangling from her right arm, Marian returned in triumph. "Oh, Lucile," she cried, "I got him! I got him!" "Fine! You shall have a medal," said Lucile. "But how will we cook him?"
With hearts beating wildly, in utter silence they made their way down, down the winding way to what? That, they could not tell. Finally Lucile paused. She caught her breath quickly and clutched at her throat. At length, in a calmer moment, she pointed down and to the right of the trail. "See that square of white?" Marian strained her eyes to peer through the gathering darkness.
And he had answered confidently: "Good for you, Lucile if only they'd all trust me like that I'd show them what I could do!" Vain boast wild boast! He had been a fool twice a fool thrice a fool! He was a fool clear through that was the matter with him a proud fool who had thought that with a thrust of his keen-edged tools he could turn Death himself aside.
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