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He was driving tandem, and his horses were very fresh. Edna was with him, her small wan face rather set in its halo of ashen blonde hair and pale against the rich brown of her sables. When they came by the second time Mamie called to her cousin. The Prince drew rein, and the groom sprang down and ran to the leader's head. "My, Edna, how cold you look!
Mamie looked horrified; there was a sound of smothered laughter, and Norbert, overwhelmed by the treachery of his own mouth, sat gasping. "It can't be such a terrific place, then, after all," said Ariel, gently, and turning to Eugene, "Have you ever been there, Mr. Bantry?" she asked. He changed color, but answered with enough glibness: "No."
They were to be married, sure enough, that day; the wedding breakfast was to be at Frank's; the evening to be passed in a visit of God-speed aboard the Norah Creina; and then we were to part, Jim and I, he to his married life, I on my sea-enterprise. If ever I cherished an ill-feeling for Miss Mamie, I forgave her now; so brave and kind, so pretty and venturesome, was her decision.
"No, no, lover; you'll be all right in a second. Stay quiet here in your Molly's lap and you will be well in just a few minutes," I said with a smile I hid in his yellow mop as I kissed the drake-tail kiss-spot. "Where's Mamie?" I thought to ask with the greatest apprehension. "In the garden eating cup-cake Judy baked hot for both of us. She didn't frow up as much as I did or maybe more."
"How do you mean why?" The large eyes inspected him gravely. "I remember," he said finally. "Well, don't go forgetting, kid. I couldn't stand a second session like that. I got a weak heart." "You're Steve." "That's right. Stick to that and we'll get along fine." "I thought you were a germ." "A what?" "They get at you and hurt you." "Who said so?" "Mamie." "Are you scared of germs?"
Mamie watched her own log. After its goadings it kept a truer course than most of its fellows. But she had outstripped it. Standing upon the edge of the precipice, feeling the cold spray upon her face, hearing the maddening roar of the monster below, less to be feared than that other monster from whom she realised that she had escaped, she waited for the final plunge....
To one of our ordinary festivities, where he was the life and soul of his own mess, Pinkerton himself came incognito, bringing the algebraist on his arm. Miss Mamie proved to be a well-enough-looking mouse, with a large, limpid eye, very good manners, and a flow of the most correct expressions I have ever heard upon the human lip.
"It's just what I can," said Mamie Cutter. But her charming visitor, heedless for the moment of this attenuation, had found the way to put it. "It's the old story. You can't go into the water till you swim, and you can't swim till you go into the water. I can't be spoken to till I'm seen, but I can't be seen till I'm spoken to." She met this lucidity, Miss Cutter, with but an instant's lapse.
Pocock will produce them; she'll bring over the whole collection. They'll be," he added with a pensive smile "a part of the 'fun' you speak of." She was quite in the current now and floating by his side. "It's Mamie so far as I've had it from you who'll be their great card." And then as his contemplative silence wasn't a denial she significantly added: "I think I'm sorry for her."
It seemed to Steve that nothing was going right these days. Here was he, chafing at his inability to open his heart to Mamie. Here was Kirk, obviously in trouble. And a smaller thing, but of interest, as showing how universal the present depression was there was Bailey Bannister, equally obviously much worried over something or other.
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