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At this unspeakable desecration William's face was that of a high priest stricken at the altar. "She's visitin' Miss May Parcher," added the deadly Jane. "But the Parchers are awful tired of her. They wish she'd go home, but they don't like to tell her so." One after another these insults from the canaille fell upon the ears of William.
"What's the matter?" "Suppose," said Mr. Patcher, huskily "suppose she missed her train." Mrs. Parcher shook her head. "Think not?" he said, brightening. "I ordered the livery-stable to have a carriage here in lots of time." "They did," said Mrs. Parcher, severely. "About five dollars' worth." "Well, I don't mind that," he returned, putting his feet up again.
"Yes'm, I ain' tellin' nobody." Jane glanced round, then stepped a little closer and told the secret with the solemnity it deserved. "Well, when Miss Pratt first came to visit Miss May Parcher, Willie used to keep papa's evening clo'es in his window-seat, an' mamma wondered what HAD become of 'em.
Parcher 'cause after he'd been wearin' the secret every night this way he wouldn't like to come and not have the secret on. Mamma said the reason he would feel like that was because he was seventeen years old. An' she isn't goin' to tell him anything about it, Mr. Parcher. She said that's the best way." Her new friend nodded and seemed to agree.
Parcher said that a whole lot of times, mamma. He said he guess' pretty soon he'd haf to be in the lunatic asylum if Miss Pratt stayed a few more days with her word little dog an' her word Willie Baxter an' all the other word calfs. Mrs. Parcher said he oughtn't to say 'word, mamma. She said, 'Hush, hush! to him, mamma.
It proved successful, so successful, indeed, that without the slightest effort without even a hint on her part she brought not only William and his constant friend to sit in the circle with Miss Pratt, Miss Parcher and their escorts, but Mr. Bullitt, Mr. Watson, Mr. Banks, and three other young gentlemen as well. Nevertheless, Mrs.
Parcher had made the statement so needless and so ruinous that he had no engagements; and in his dismay he had been unable to deny this fatal truth; he had been obliged to let it stand.
"Don't forget!" she whispered. "Don't forget Lola!" He stood stock-still. His face was blank, his hand limp. He said nothing. She enfolded May Parcher, kissed her devotedly; then, with Flopit once more under her arm, she ran and jumped upon the steps just as the train began to move.
"After all, she was a mighty fine little girl in her way. The only trouble with me was that crowd of boys; having to listen to them certainly liked to killed me, and I believe if she'd stayed just one more day I'd been a goner! Of all the dam boys I ever " He paused, listening. "Mr. Parcher!" a youthful voice repeated.
"Miss Boke, this is Mr. Baxter," said Mrs. Parcher, and she added, with what seemed to William hideous garrulity, "He and you both came late, dear, and he hasn't any dances engaged, either. So run and dance, and have a nice time together." Thereupon this disastrous woman returned to her husband. Her look was conscientious; she thought she had done something pleasant!
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