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"Oh, I couldn't possibly " "Oh, come on," said Perry encouragingly. "Sure you can! Here! Be a good sport and climb into these hind legs." With difficulty he located them and extended their yawning depths ingratiatingly. But Mrs. Nolak seemed loath. She backed perversely away. "Oh, no " "C'm on! Why, you can be the front if you want to. Or we'll flip a coin." "Oh, no " "Make it worth your while."
"Something for you?" she queried pessimistically. "Want costume of Julius Hur, the charioteer." Mrs. Nolak was sorry, but every stitch of charioteer had been rented long ago. Was it for the Townsends' circus ball? It was. "Sorry," she said, "but I don't think there's anything left that's really circus." This was an obstacle. "Hm," said Perry. An idea struck him suddenly.
Nolak, but on looking out the window he saw that the shop was dark. Mrs. Nolak had already faded out, a little black smudge far down the snowy street. "Drive uptown," directed Perry with fine confidence. "If you see a party, stop. Otherwise I'll tell you when we get there."
He would have attracted attention in any gathering if only by his melancholy cast of feature and the look of pensive hunger lurking round his shadowy eyes. "You see you have to have two people," said Mrs. Nolak again. Perry tentatively gathered up the body and legs and wrapped them about him, tying the hind legs as a girdle round his waist. The effect on the whole was bad.
The hind legs moved forward, giving the effect of a huge cat-camel hunching his back preparatory to a spring. "No; move sideways." The camel's hips went neatly out of joint; a hula dancer would have writhed in envy. "Good, isn't it?" demanded Perry, turning to Mrs. Nolak for approval. "It looks lovely," agreed Mrs. Nolak. "We'll take it," said Perry.
His mind even turned to rosy-coloured dreams of a tender reconciliation inside the camel there hidden away from all the world. "Now you'd better decide right off." The bourgeois voice of Mrs. Nolak broke in upon his mellow fancies and roused him to action. He went to the phone and called up the Medill house. Miss Betty was out; had gone out to dinner.
It was even irreverent like one of those medieval pictures of a monk changed into a beast by the ministrations of Satan. At the very best the ensemble resembled a humpbacked cow sitting on her haunches among blankets. "Don't look like anything at all," objected Perry gloomily. "No," said Mrs. Nolak; "you see you got to have two people." A solution flashed upon Perry. "You got a date to-night?"
They can't kick if I come as Caesar, if he was a savage." "No," said Baily, shaking his head slowly. "Get a costume over at a costumer's. Over at Nolak's." "Closed up." "Find out." After a puzzling five minutes at the phone a small, weary voice managed to convince Perry that it was Mr. Nolak speaking, and that they would remain open until eight because of the Townsends' ball.
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