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Plumpton says he's coming down to see us off," said Lottie, smoothing her napkin in her lap. "Do you know the time of day when the boat sails, momma?" "Yes," her brother broke in, "and if I had been momma I'd have boxed your ears for the way you went on with him. You fairly teased him to come. The way Lottie goes on with men is a shame, momma." "What time does the boat sail, momma!"
It was curious, but the incident left behind it a certain coolness, so well defined that when momma suggested that the Malts' window should be lowered as it was before to give us a current of air, Mrs.
Lottie blandly persisted. "I promised to let Mr. Plumpton know." "Yes, so as to get a chance to write to him," said Boyne. "I guess when he sees your spelling!" "Momma! Do wake up! What time does our steamer sail?" A light of consciousness came into Mrs. Renton's eyes at last, and she sighed gently. "We're not going, Lottie." "Not going! Why, but we've got the tickets, and I've told "
Every hotel-porter in Chicago knows that it's three hundred metres high, and that you can see through it all the way up. There it is, and I feel as if I'd passed my boyhood in its shadow. That way I must say it's a disappointment. I was expecting it to be more unexpected, if you understand." Momma and I quite agreed.
I couldn't hear what started it, but finely it woke me up and I listened, and Momma was cryin' and Poppa was swearin'. And at last Momma said: 'Oh, I might as well go and throw myself in the river, and Poppa said: 'Good riddance of bad rubbish! and Momma stopped cryin' and she says: 'All right! in an awful kind of a voice, and I heard the front door open and shut." "Gee!"
We took the train there for Constance, and between Coire and Constance, on the Bodensee, occurred Rorshach and Romanshorn; but we didn't get out, and, as momma says, there was nothing in the least individual about their railway stations. We went on that Bodensee, however, I remember with animosity, taking a small steamer at Constance for Neuhausen.
She'll be able to give you a few hints on sunsets and a pointer or two about the various Venuses, likely she's had photographs of several of them in the house for years but I expect it's going to be a question of historical fact pretty often, and momma won't be in it. Not that I want to choke momma off," he continued, "but she will necessitate a whole reference library.
A young man, very flushed and gay, was pulling at the girl's blue gingham sleeve. "Oh, come on, Annie. Just one turn! The floor's elegant. You can keep an eye on the booth from the hall! Nobody's going to run away with the old thing anyhow! "Honest, I'd love to! But I got a great lot of dishes to wash, too! You know Momma!"
She was sick, too, and blamed Kedzie for the scene. She spurned the girl with her foot and said: "You get right up off that floor this minute. Do you hear?" Kedzie's soul came back. It had made its decision. It gathered her body together and lifted it up to its knees and then erect, while the lips said, "All right, momma."
"I should like to see the clergyman who would attempt it. These people were heathen, and richly deserved their fate. Richly!" Momma looked at her husband's Aunt Caroline with indignant scorn. "Do you really think so?" she asked, but we could all see that her words were a very inadequate expression for her emotions. Mrs. Portheris drew all the guns of her orthodoxy into line for battle.
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