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But they do, and most of them look as dignified as can be, in spite of the snowball. And I have seen camels, quantities of them, and donkeys, and, oh, yes, about a million dogs, not one of them worth anything and perfectly contented to be that way. And dirt! Oh, Lulie, I didn't believe there was as much dirt in all creation as there is in just one of the back streets over here.
On the fly-leaf was written: "From Victor to Lulie, September 13th, 18-." Presently she came back to him quite recovered and calm, inquired how the Avocat was cared for, and hoped he would have every comfort and care. Medallion grew on the instant bold. He was now certain that Victor was the Avocat, and Lulie was Madame Lecyr.
Galusha Bangs, who had been at first much amused, began to be bored. Incidentally he was extremely sorry for Lulie, poor girl, who was compelled to be present at this ridiculous exhibition of her father's obsession. Heavy breathing sounded near at hand, growing steadily heavier until it became a snore.
Every pretty dress he saw, no matter if it was about as fitting for my age and weight as a pink lace cap would be for a cow, he wanted to buy it right off. If the price was high enough, that seemed to be the only thing that counted in his mind. I may as well say right here, Lulie, that I have learned by this time, when he and I do go shopping together, to carry the pocketbook myself.
Lulie's first procedure was to glance quickly about the apartment. A look of relief crossed her face and she and Martha Phipps exchanged glances. "Father has he has come back," was her somewhat superfluous explanation. Captain Jethro noted the superfluity. "Cal'late they can see that for themselves, Lulie," he observed. "How are you, Martha? Evenin', Mr. Bangs.
Don't you say another word!" "But, father, PLEASE " "Stop!... Julia, Julia... are you there? What is it about Lulie? Tell me." Little Cherry Blossom herself seemed a bit nervous, for her next message was given with a trifle less assurance. It was an incoherent repetition and re-repetition of the word "daughter" and something about "looking out" and "danger." Captain Jethro caught at the word.
She became hysterical. The circle ceased to be a circle and became a series of agitated groups, all talking at once. Mr. Bloomer seized the opportunity to turn up the wick of another lamp. Lulie, clinging to her father's arm, led him toward a chair in a secluded corner. "Sit down, father," she urged. "Sit down, and rest. Please do!" The old light keeper's fiery rage seemed to be abating.
"Julia my spirit wife told me that that skulkin' swab of a Nelse Howard was here in this house. You heard her. Let go of me, both of you! Now where is he?" He was turning directly toward the door leading to the front hall. Lulie was very white and seemed on the point of collapse.
They did speak. Dwight said: "Lulu's a regular home body." And Ina advanced kindly with: "Come with us, Lulu, if you like." "No," said Lulu, and flushed. "Thank you," she added, formally. Mrs. Bett's voice shrilled from within the house, startlingly close just beyond the blind, in fact: "Go on, Lulie. It'll do you good. You mind me and go on." "Well," said Ninian, "that's what I say.
Medallion heard, then "Lulie!" and then he shut the door, and, with supper in his mind, went into the kitchen to see the housekeeper, who, in this new joy, had her own tragedy humming to himself: "But down there come from the lofty hills Footsteps and eyes agleam, Bringing the laughter of yesterday Into the little house."
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