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Brewster, head and shoulders in a trunk, was trying not to listen and not to seem not to listen to Miz' Merz' recital of her husband's relations' latest flagrancy. "'Families is nix, I says. 'I got my own family to look out fuh, I says. Like that.
"Do not let those idle tales annoy you. Lieutenant Cameron is a very able and a very honorable young man. He volunteered for the dangerous service. Of course, his comrades could not be told the truth. And it chanced he was observed speaking to one of our agents who came from the German side. "At once it was decided that he would do well in the area of Merz, where Count Marchand is in command.
She included and then banished it all with one sweeping gesture. "Nothing of the kind. This is this is an anachronism." "Mebbe so," retorted Miz' Merz with equal crispness. "But it's got to be cleaned just the same. Yessir; it's got to be cleaned." They smiled at each other then, the mother and daughter.
He turned: "It's Miz' Merz. She says her little Minnie went by at six and saw a light in the house. She Hello! What?... She says she wants to know if she's to save time for you at the end of the month for the April cleaning." Mrs. Brewster took the receiver from him: "The twenty-fifth, as usual, Miz' Merz. The twenty-fifth, as usual. The attic must be a sight." Old lady Mandle was a queen.
She was sure Tom would recognize her handwriting and understand at once that she was at Merz in an attempt to aid him. "Fear not for me, Brother," she wrote in conclusion. "But hasten to assure your Mina that you are perfectly safe. Is it not possible for you to return to the hotel by dinner time? I am distraught for your safety."
I never expected to meet it out of a book. And, fu'thermore, as Miz' Merz would say, I didn't know there was any situation." "I meant the attic. And it's more than a situation. It's a state of mind." Mrs. Brewster had disappeared into the depths of her clothes closet. Her voice sounded muffled.
But my brother informs me now that a serious difficulty has arisen." "What is it, Major Marchand?" asked the girl, with tightening lips. "Lieutenant Cameron has been arrested. He is suspected by the Germans at Merz. He was furnished the papers and uniform of a Bavarian captain. The authorities are making an investigation.
"Oh, mother dear! That's the situation in a nutshell. Without a shadow of doubt, there's an eradicable streak of black walnut in your grey-enamel make-up." "Eradicable! That's a grand word, Pinky. Stylish! I never expected to meet it out of a book. And fu'thermore, as Miz' Merz would say, I didn't know there was any situation." "I meant the attic. And it's more than a situation.
They descended the winding attic stairs happily, talking very fast and interrupting each other. Mrs. Brewster's skirt was still pinned up. Her hair was bound in the protecting towel. "You must telephone father. No, let's surprise him. You'll hate the dinner built around Miz Merz; you know boiled. Well, you know what a despot she is." It was hot for September, in Wisconsin.
An outfit of proper clothing must be secured for you upon the other side." "Will that be possible?" "German women still dress in the mode, Mademoiselle. And the garments you wear at Merz must bear the labels of Berlin tradesmen." "Goodness! I never thought of that," admitted Ruth. "Somebody must think of all the details," he said gently. "My brother will attend to it all." "Count Allaire?" "Yes.
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