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She snuggled closer to him. In the morning, of course, they saw the apartment. And it was almost uncanny, Shirley declared, how exactly it matched what she had had in mind. She proceeded to place in fancy David's chairs and desk and lamps, the dining-room furniture that was to be Maizie's wedding gift and the mahogany bedroom suite the Jim Blaisdells had given them.
And we've three hundred dollars in the bank." "Ah, yes," said the mother, fondly. "Maizie's a brave girl and a thrifty one. We're comfortable and independent, even though the rich grind down the poor." Her eyes lighted. "Wait till Kalloch is elected ... then we'll see better times, I'll warrant." Robert was too courteous to express his doubts. Later he discussed the situation with Francisco.
He quartered with the family, if Hulls, Archie, and Maizie would be called a family, instead of living at the bunkhouse. Old Jeff referred to him as a dude, but the comment applied to mannerisms rather than clothes. He dressed as a townsman; he frequented the poolroom and Gatty's doggery. He announced his name as Steve Adams, said that he was Maizie's nephew.
"Maybe you'd like, really, to wear a white satin dress and bracelets and buckles, but you know you haven't got them, don't you, Suzanna?" she asked. Suzanna did not answer, plainly ignoring Maizie's conciliatory tone, and so finding the silence continuing unbroken, Maizie changed the subject. "Will you play school with me this afternoon, Suzanna?" Suzanna thought a moment: "I don't just know.
Logan's lower jaw would drop off when you fastened the blame of the entire move on his friend Ugly Collins. I could hardly repress my tears in your great loss of Maizie's services. I think Mr. Logan was affected too. Shame on both of you for being so heartless." "Yes, Logan kinda got his fingers bruised in his own b'ar trap," said Landy thoughtfully.
Though she could send up no airships of her own, she loved to contemplate Suzanna's daring flights. "I'll do anything, Suzanna," she promised. So Suzanna gave Maizie her news. Hearing it, Maizie's lips quivered, but she kept back the tears by the exercise of great control. They were upstairs in their own room. It was late afternoon. Peter was out playing. Mrs.
She looked through a mist into Maizie's face, the little face with the gray eyes and straight fine hair that would lie flat to the little head, and a big love flooded her. She went swiftly to the little sister and lifted her hand. She made a feint of clasping something at her wrist. "Maizie," she said, "I put the chain on again. You are once more my little sister."
"Well, Suzanna," said Maizie solemnly, "then you've broken the silver chain that ties you to me and to Peter and the baby and to daddy and mother. You don't belong to us any more you're an Only Child." Maizie's literalness drew a new vivid picture for Suzanna. She had cut herself from those she loved.
"We can stay in this town but two hours before our train is due," she said. "So you must dress at once, Suzanna." So Suzanna dressed in silence, answering none of Maizie's chatter, as though she had been in a far, unexplored country and had returned steeped in the mysteries of that distant land.
So were Francisco and Jeanne, who had joined the Windhams when the Stanley home was dynamited. They had gone to Berkeley and would stay with friends of Maizie's. Frank wrote down the address. He decided to remain in San Francisco. There was Aleta.... And, somehow, Bertha must be located. Everyone was bound for the Presidio. "You may find me there later," said Windham.
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