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As if I wasn't only too glad to have you here. What I was going to say was that you ought to be very thankful that you have got to draw water and hew wood A look of absolute alarm came into Nutty's pallid face. 'You don't mean to say that you want some wood chopped? 'I was speaking figuratively. I meant hustle about and work in the open air.
But Miss Leonard's hotel was in the neighbourhood of Washington Square, and it was Nutty's pleasing task to drive her thither. Engaged thus, he received a shock that electrified him. 'That pal of yours, said Miss Leonard, drowsily she was half-asleep 'what did you say his name was? 'Chalmers, he told me. I only met him to-night. 'Well, it isn't; it's something else.
It's a medal for bravery that the poor old chap had won more than forty years ago. Ben Wharton offered me a dollar for it to put in his museum, but I wouldn't sell it. It seemed sort of mean to sell poor old Nutty's medal. But I'd like to give it to you, so you'll remember me when I've gone." "Oh, but you're not not going away, Dan!" said Freddy. "And I can't take your medal, anyhow.
Elizabeth entered Nutty's room and, seating herself on the bed, surveyed him with a bright, quiet eye that drilled holes in her brother's uneasy conscience. This was her second visit to him that morning. She had come an hour ago, bearing breakfast on a tray, and had departed without saying a word.
The noise of the crickets and all the little sounds of summer smote on Nutty's ear in one discordant shriek. 'Oh, gosh! he exclaimed, faintly, and collapsed on the front steps like a jelly-fish. The spectacle of Nutty in his anguish did not touch Elizabeth. Normally a kind-hearted girl, she was not in the least sorry for him.
The recollection of Bill's performance stimulated Miss Leonard into a temporary wakefulness, and she giggled. 'He danced just the same way that night in London. I wish I could remember his name. I almost had it a dozen times tonight. It's something with a window in it. 'A window? Nutty's brain was a little fatigued and he felt himself unequal to grasping this. 'How do you mean, a window?
They were together all the time walking, golfing, attending to the numerous needs of the bees, or sitting on the porch. Nutty's imagination began to run away with him.
'You aren't in the way. 'But you said 'But don't you see that it's so different now? I didn't know then that you were fond of bees. You must stay, if my telling you hasn't made you feel that you want to catch the next train. You will save our lives mine and Nutty's too. Oh, dear, you're hesitating! You're trying to think up some polite way of getting out of the place!
"Aunt Nutty's a better fit, though," says Tessie. "Ah, come!" says I. "She don't write so batty. And anybody who can notice the difference between fourteen per cent. dividends and three and a half ain't so far gone." "Oh, you never could work off any wooden money on her," admits Tessie.
The spirit of loneliness brooded on them. Elizabeth walked slowly back to the house. Nutty was coming towards her from the orchard. 'Halloa! said Nutty. He was cheerful and debonair. His little eyes were alight with contentment. He hummed a tune. 'Where's Dawlish? he said. 'He has gone. Nutty's tune failed in the middle of a bar. Something in his sister's voice startled him.
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