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There were old cribs, in which the infant limbs of Mamie and Abner had been tucked up; old looking-glasses, that had reflected their shining, soapy faces, and Mamie's best chip Sunday hat; an old sewing-machine, that had been worn out in active service; old patchwork quilts; an old accordion, to whose long drawn inspirations Mamie had sung hymns; old pictures, books, and old toys.
What is that, little sunbeam? Is it a Chinese doll, or a doggie, or what is it?" Of course, by this time, the whole family had joined in a good-natured laugh at little Mamie's expense. "No, no, papa, a foochoo a pant dat will have a petty fower, I mean. Mrs.
Porter's code, the admission of a visitor during the hours of sleep was a felony in the first degree, punishable by instant dismissal. But Mamie's face and her brief reference to trouble were enough to tell him that the position was critical, and with the instinct of the trapped he looked round him for cover.
"Jim," I cried, as the door closed behind him, "I don't like that man." "You've just got to, Loudon," returned Jim. "He's a typical American seaman brave as a lion, full of resource, and stands high with his owners. He's a man with a record." "For brutality at sea," said I. "Say what you like," exclaimed Pinkerton, "it was a good hour we got him in: I'd trust Mamie's life to him to-morrow."
The affair had been quickly settled, certainly, reflected Don Caesar, with a slight chill of jealousy, as he thought of Mamie's interest in the young editor.
"Mamie?" He stopped short, at her tone, before her; then, though seeing that it represented not vagueness, but a momentary embarrassed fulness, let his exclamation come. "You surely haven't forgotten about Mamie!" "No, I haven't forgotten about Mamie," she smiled. "There's no doubt whatever that there's ever so much to be said for her. Mamie's MY girl!" she roundly declared.
They talked most conveniently as if they had had no chance yet about Woollett; and that had virtually the effect of their keeping the secret more close. The hour took on for Strether, little by little, a queer sad sweetness of quality, he had such a revulsion in Mamie's favour and on behalf of her social value as might have come from remorse at some early injustice.
"My brother Harry has gone to Red Dog," continued Esther; "he'll be right sorry to have missed you. Mrs. Mulrady spoke to him about you; you seem to have been great friends. I s'pose you knew her daughter, Mamie; I hear she is very pretty." Although Don Caesar was now satisfied that the Slinns knew nothing of Mamie's singular behavior to him, he felt embarrassed by this conversation.
He was laughing at some sally of Mamie's. Edna was shocked. "Don't you just worship Dante?" "Yes, yes," answered the elder girl. "He was a dear, but even he was not worth that. At least, I don't know. He was a dear; but I was thinking of a girl I knew ... perhaps I may tell you about her some day." "Yes, do," Edna said perfunctorily.
I hoped she was taking it in the proper spirit. I had the terms all ready in which I should accept an apology, if it were ever offered to me. "Now, I must not put off any longer telling you how delighted I am at your dear Mamie's re-engagement." The statement reached us all, though it was intended for momma only. Even Mrs.
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