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"May I ask, mademoiselle " began Blaine. "Just plain Miss," interrupted the girl. "Miss Daskam from Chicago!" "Well, well!" Blaine was smilingly openly now. "That surely sounds homelike! Well, we're all Americans too. We were on an air raid and had a good deal of mixed luck. Blaine's my name; that's Erwin over there," pointing at the cot where Orris was grinning and smiling.
At last, in trying by a desperate and perilous maneuver, to "get on the tail" of his adversary by a side-loop in mid-flight, the Boche pilot, while upside down, came for an instant fairly within range. Quickly Orris took his advantage.
But I no use to you now. Not at all! I no use to myself. Voila! I got well queek; better so here; not over yon in No-Man's-Land. But you be sure bring my enfant back safe, my Bleriot Ah! A great baby is my Bleriot!" Blaine promised to do his best. His pal and comrade, Orris Erwin, was also good, safe in short, reliable. "Never fear, Monsieur Cheval!
Next the meadows are ribboned by our own blue flags; and the English Iris follows and in June and July meets the sumptuous Iris of Japan at its blooming season, for there seems to be no country so poor as to be without an Iris. Iris Florentina by its powdered root yields the delicate violet perfume orris, a corruption doubtless of Iris.
She always was." She sat up, not wholly withdrawing from his arm, and patted her eyes, breathing brokenly. Little gusts of orris floated toward him. "Where are the children?" she asked, almost herself now. "They're here Peter wants them one minute and sends them away the next. I should send them to grandmother's, but he won't hear of it." A light step sounded on the stair.
Towards this place a pair of swift scouts were making, on their return from the German front somewhere east. "Know those folks?" he idly queried of Orris, now a corporal. "Bet your life! Say, Lafe, who doesn't know of Senator Knute Walsen of Idaho? He's a big man, over here to supervise our rail transportation in France. See those two Red Cross girls? They're his daughters.
For some minutes the work went on, Blaine swooping still lower, until glimpses of hurried scurryings of the soldiers thus rudely disturbed were mingled with the larger glares from the continuous explosions. Orris Erwin, through though smaller and slighter physically, worked away until the last sheaf was exhausted.
"My heart is not faint; it is my tongue." He rose and wandered about the room. Her breath was like orris, and went to his head like wine. "Monsieur," she said, "is it possible that you have succumbed to the charms of Madame the countess?" He laughed. "One may admire exquisite bric-a-brac without loving it." "Bric-a-brac! Poor Elsa!" and Madame laughed. "If it were the countess I could aid you."
The handkerchiefs, grouped in dozens, were strewn with dried violets and rose-leaves to make them sweet. Lavender-bags and sachets of orris lay among the linen; and perfumes as of Araby were discernible whenever a drawer in the bureau was pulled out. So the winter passed, and now spring was come; and the two girls on the doorsteps were talking about the wedding, which seemed very near now.
I went to see Ellen Wiggins and Sallie Moore yesterday afternoon. Neither of them use perfume. Sallie Moore told me she had an orris root sachet that had almost lost its scent. Which reminds me," she continued, "why couldn't this handkerchief have been scented by some other means than just perfume. Perhaps it was put into a mouchoir case with sandalwood powder." "Why, of course," exclaimed Grace.
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