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But she never said it, for here again she was forced to pause while another pair of immodest legs appeared over the eaves, much fatter and shorter than the preceding pair. These belonged to Nickey's boon-companion, the gentle Oliver Wendell Jones. The rest of O. W. J. followed in due time; and, quite ignorant of what awaited him, he began his wriggling descent.
"Longfellow's 'Building of the Ship, or Ralph Connor's 'Building the Barn' aren't a circumstance to Nickey's 'Pitching the Parson's Tent."
The planking was soon laid, and the erection of the tent was left to Nickey's captaining all hands assisting. With his manual in one hand he laid it out, rope by rope, poles in position, and each helper at his place. Then at a word, up it soared, with a "bravo" from the puzzled onlookers. "We want a poet here," laughed Maxwell.
Charley, whose melancholy aspect was a trifle more abject than usual, and steps more halting, meekly followed the procession of actors around the ring, led by Dimple, the Snake Charmer. Nickey's entree created a most profound sensation, and was greeted with tumultuous applause a tribute both to his equestrian feat and to his costume.
Burke was somewhat alarmed at the noise which came from Nickey's room, and when there was a crash as if the chimney had fallen, she could stand it no longer, and hurried aloft. As the door unexpectedly opened he dived for bed and pulled the clothes under his chin. "Land Sakes!" Hepsey breathed, aghast. "What's all this about?
So Nickey removed his clothes, attired himself in abbreviated red swimming trunks, and submitted to the artistic efforts of Dimple, who painted most intricate, elaborate, and beautiful designs on Nickey's person, with a thick solution of indigo purloined from the laundry. Nickey's breast was adorned with a picture of a ship under full sail. On his back was a large heart pierced with two arrows.
There was something in Nickey's tone and look that excited Mrs. Betty's curiosity, and made his mother stop knitting and look at him anxiously over her glasses. "That is very good for a start," Mrs. Betty commended. "How did you raise all that, Nickey?" For a moment Nickey colored hotly, looked embarrassed, and made no reply. Then mustering up his courage, and laughing, he began: "Well, Mrs.
Betty's commendation and her smile were salve to the wounds of her young guest, and Donald's hearty laughter soon dispelled the sense of social failure which was beginning to cloud Nickey's happy spirit. "Say Nickey," said Maxwell, throwing down his paper, "Mrs.
The freaks, the regular artists, the gymnasts, and the circus audience generally shrieked and howled and fought each other, in frantic effort to succeed to Nickey's place on Charley's back for Charley now stood undismayed and immovable, with a gentle, pious look in his soft old eyes. For one instant, Mrs.
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