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Parcher, an' Willie didn't have any right to at all, but mamma couldn't find 'em; an' she rummidged an' rummidged 'most all next day an' pretty near every day since then an' never did find 'em, until don't you believe I saw Willie inside of 'em only last night! He was startin' over to your house to see Miss Pratt in 'em!
In the center of the platform there remained one group, consisting of Miss Pratt and five orators, and of the orators the most impassioned and gesticulative was William. "They all seem to want to dance with her all the time," said Mrs. Parcher. "I heard her telling one of the boys, half an hour ago, that all she could give him was either the twenty-eighth regular dance or the sixteenth 'extra."
"I could tell you the first part of it up to where the secret begins, I expect." "Do!" Mr. Parcher urged. "Well, it's about somep'm Willie's been WEARIN'," Jane began, moving closer to him as they slowly walked onward.
But Miss Parcher had begun to applaud the musicians for an encore. She shook her head. "Next's the third extra," she said. "And, anyhow, this one's going to be encored now. You can have the twenty-second if there IS any!"
He gave himself several resounding slaps upon the chest, then went out to the porch and sat in a rocking-chair near his wife. He spread himself out expansively. "My Glory!" he said. "I believe I'll take off my coat! I haven't had my coat off, outside of my own room, all summer. I believe I'll take a vacation! By George, I believe I'll stay home this afternoon!" "That's nice," said Mrs. Parcher.
From the porch came the laughter of several young voices, and then one silvery voice, which pretended to be that of a tiny child. "Oh, s'ame! S'ame on 'oo, big Bruvva Josie-Joe! Mus' be polite to Johnny Jump-up, or tant play wiv May and Lola!" "That's Miss Pratt," whispered Mrs. Baxter. "She's talking to Johnnie Watson and Joe Bullitt and May Parcher. Let's go home; it's all right.
Parcher beheld from a distance these manifestations, and then, with an astonishment even more profound, took note of the tragic William, who was running toward him, radiant Miss Boke hovering futilely in the far background. "What's all the hullabaloo?" Mr. Parcher inquired. "Miss Pratt!" gasped William. "Miss Pratt!" "Well, what about her?" And upon receiving William's reply, Mr.
William was not upon the porch of the Parchers, with May Parcher and Joe Bullitt and Johnnie Watson to interfere. He was far from there, in a land where time was not. Upon a planet floating in pink mist, and uninhabited unless old Mr. Genesis and some Hindoo princes and the diligent Iowan may have established themselves in its remoter regions William was alone with Miss Pratt, in the conservatory.
Mamma, she has the loveliest little white dog, an' Mr. Parcher doesn't like it. He said he couldn't go anywhere around the place without steppin' on the dog or Willie Baxter.
I hate him, but I've begun to feel kind of sorry for him! Can't you trot up somebody else, so he can get away from that fat girl?" Mrs. Parcher shook her head in a discouraged way. "I've tried, and I've tried, and I've tried!" she said. "Well, try again." "I can't now." She waved her hand toward the rear of the house.
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