Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 17, 2025
I always say to my twin, I say, 'Myrt, if you don't think I got harder hours than when I worked next to you in the Five and Ten, and no pay day, neither, just trade with me one day and take care of the kid and the bunk-a-low. I always say to Fred, I say, 'If you think you're dog tired, fasten a speedometer on my ankle and read it when you come home nights and see who's taken the most steps. It's hell, anyways, when they won't eat and you can't hit the right formula."
Shut up there, Myrt; we haven't any more time to waste. We're behind schedule now." Leslie's mouth shut in a pretty little tight line, and her eyes got like two blue sparks, but her voice was cool and steady.
"I drifted, right before supper." "Did you?" Miss Satterly accented the first word in a way she taught her pupils indicated surprise. "I don't reckon you noticed it. You were pretty busy, about then." Miss Satterly laughed languid assent. "I never knew before that Bert Rogers was any relation of Myrt Forsyth," observed Weary, edging still nearer the vital point. "They sure aren't much alike."
"And out here," he added thoughtfully, "I could get the proper focus on Myrt which I couldn't do back there." "Distance lends " "Not in this case," he interrupted. "It's when you're right with Myrt that she kinda hypnotizes yuh into thinking what she wants yuh to think." He was remembering resentfully the dance. "But to sneak away "
She reminded him somewhat of Glory when Glory was cloyed with peaceful living. He even told himself viciously that Myrt Forsyth had hair the exact shade of Glory's, and it came near giving him a dislike of the horse.
Weary smoked silently and raked up the sun-baked soil with his spurs. "How long is Myrt going to stay?" he ventured at last. "I never asked her," she retorted. "You ought to know you probably have seen her last." The schoolma'am blundered, there. Weary drew a sigh of relief; if she were jealous, it must mean that she cared. "That's right. I saw her last night," he stated calmly.
School must be started again, though, and seeing the schoolma'am lived right there with her aunt Meeker, they weren't likely to hire another teacher. He hoped Myrt Forsyth had gone back to Chadville where she belonged. He wished now that he had written to some of the boys and kept posted on what was happening.
Miss Forsyth drifted to other acquaintances, which was natural; what was not so natural, to Weary's mind, was to see her sitting out a quadrille with the schoolma'am. That did not look good to Weary, and he came near going over and demanding to know what they were talking about. He was ready to bet that Myrt Forsyte, with that smile, was up to some deviltry and he wished he knew what.
"Where's the rest of the girls?" "They've all blew up to the house with Myrt," said Mrs. Povey, staring blankly at Emeline. "But say, ain't you going, dear?" "Wait till I get my dress on, and we'll talk it over while I hook up," Emeline said, disappearing again. She did not glance at George. "Myrt's in a new show, and a few of us girls are going to see that she gets a hand," Mrs. Povey said.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking