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Johnny Kloh, with an unrestricted view of tin cans!" lamented Claire. "Still, your drive didn't end at Kloh's; it ended way up in the mountains." Mr. Boltwood bumbled down on them: "Another minute late! Like to know what the matter is!" "Yes, father!" When Mr. Boltwood's impatiently waiting back was turned, Claire gripped Milt's hand, and whispered to him, "You see, I'm captured!
Why, him and I have bummed around together, and worked on farms, summers, and fished for bull-heads Ever catch a bull-head? Damnedest slipperiest fish you ever saw, and got horns that sting the stuffin's out of you and Say, I wonder if Milt's told you about the time we had at a barn-dance once?
Milt's delight in every picturesque dark corner, and the colloquial eloquence of the street-orators, stirred her. And when she saw a shopgirl caress the hand of a slouching beau in threadbare brown, her own hand slipped into Milt's and clung there. But they came shyly up to the Gilson hedge, and when Milt chuckled, "Bully walk; let's do it again," she said only, "Oh, yes, I did like it.
"Me, me, me," came from all, though Milt's response was reluctant. "I will see Mr. Vedder to-morrow, so we can begin to let the rent apply right off," said Amarilly. "We'll take more pride in keeping it fixed up now," remarked Flamingus. "I'll mend the windowpanes and the door hinges." "And I'll build some stairs and put up a partition or two," promised the Boarder.
He stopped on his way to the garage to pet Emil Baumschweiger's large gray cat, publicly known as Rags, but to Milt and to the lady herself recognized as the unfortunate Countess Vere de Vere perhaps the only person of noble ancestry and mysterious past in Milt's acquaintance. The Baumschweigers did not treat their animals well; Emil kicked the bay mare, and threw pitchforks at Vere de Vere.
"But how did Who is this extraordinary Milt Daggett?" "Him? Oh, nobody 'specially. He's just a fellow down here at Schoenstrom. But we all know him. Goes to all the dances, thirty miles around. Thing about him is: if he sees something wrong, he picks out some poor fellow like me, and says what he thinks." Claire drove on. She was aware that she was looking for Milt's bug. It was not in sight.
"Co spills things so, and the boys quarrel when you and the Boarder ain't here to keep peace. It was jest orful this noon. You wasn't here and the Boarder kerried his dinner. 'Cause Flam put too much vinegar on Milt's beans, Milt poured it down Flam's neck, and when I sent him away from the table he sassed me." "Jiminy!" protested Amarilly indignantly.
"Who's old Tom?" queried Bo, curiously. "Why, he's Milt's pet cougar." "Cougar? That's a panther a mountain-lion, didn't he say?" "Shore is. Tom is a beauty. An' if he takes a likin' to you he'll love you, play with you, maul you half to death." Bo was all eyes. "Dale has other pets, too?" she questioned, eagerly.
Certainly am sorry for that poor fish. He'll have a chance to take his coat off and sit down and smoke when he's dead!" The guests were gone; the Gilsons upstairs. Claire came running, seized Milt's sleeve, coaxed him to the davenport in the drawing-room then sighed, and rubbed her forehead, and looked so tired that he could say nothing but, "Hope you haven't been overdoing."
Porter told Milt Kennedy's wife she'd caught her eavesdropping this time sure. She'd know her cackle any place, and Milt's wife told Mrs. Porter to shut up she needn't talk about eavesdroppers, good land! and Mrs. Porter told Mrs.
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