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And, referring to conversations which he almost continuously overheard, perforce, Mr. Parcher said that if this was the way HE talked at that age, he would far prefer to drown in an ordinary fountain, and be dead and done with it, than to bathe in Ponce de Leon's. Altogether, the summer had been a severe one; he doubted that he could have survived much more of it.
I guess she thought Willie oughtn't to behave so's't you said so many things about him like that; so to-day she did somep'm, an' now he can't come any more to behave that loving way of Miss Pratt that you said you would be in the lunatic asylum if he didn't quit. But he hasn't found it out yet." "Found what out, please?" asked Mr. Parcher, feeling more affection for Jane every moment.
Jovially they whooped back Vergil Gunch, the coal-dealer, Sidney Finkelstein, the ladies'-ready-to-wear buyer for Parcher & Stein's department-store, and Professor Joseph K. Pumphrey, owner of the Riteway Business College and instructor in Public Speaking, Business English, Scenario Writing, and Commercial Law.
And yet this may have been but a seeming unconsciousness, for upon the very instant of William's halting, and before he had managed to stammer "I got to " for the fourth time, Miss Boke sprang to her feet and met Mrs. Parcher more than halfway. "Oh, Mrs. Parcher!" she called, coming forward. "I got " the panic-stricken William again hastily began. "I got to " "Oh, Mrs.
Stepping to the window, William beheld a large volume lying in a distorted attitude at the foot of the wall opposite to that in which the reading-lamp was a fixture. But of all human life the room was empty; for Mr. Parcher had given up, and was now hastening to his bed in the last faint hope of saving his reason.
He talked like this, mamma: he said, 'I'll be word if I stand it! An' he kept gettin' crosser, an' he said, 'Word! Word! "There!" Mrs. Baxter interrupted, sharply. "That will do, Jane! We'll talk about something else now, I think." Jane looked hurt; she was taking great pleasure in this confidential interview, and gladly would have continued to quote the harried Mr. Parcher at great length.
Parcher missed not one, especially as the vocal rivalry between Josie-Joe and Ickle Boy Baxter incited each of them to prevent Miss Pratt from hearing the other. William sang loudest of all; Mr. Parcher had at no time any difficulty in recognizing his voice. "Oh, I love my love in the morning And I love my love at night, I love my love in the dawning, And when the stars are bright.
Horror gave place to indignation instantly; and as Miss Parcher and her guest turned, screaming, Clematis's self-command went all to pieces. Miss Parcher became faint and leaned against the hedge along which they had been passing, but her visitor continued to scream, while Mr. Watson endeavored to kick Clematis without ruining Flopit a difficult matter.
"He didn't even come to say good evening to you," Mr. Parcher interrupted. "Talk about MANNERS, nowadays! These young " "He didn't see us." "Well, we're used to that," said Mr. Parcher. "None of 'em see us.
"I suppose that's what you meant when you said he wasn't coming back but didn't know it yet?" "Yes, Mr. Parcher." He rested an elbow upon the gate-post, gazing down with ever-increasing esteem. "Of course I know your last name," he said, "but I'm afraid I've forgotten your other one." "It's Jane." "Jane," said Mr. Parcher, "I should like to do something for you."
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