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Baxter cried, "you MUSTN'T say such things!" "I didn't, mamma. Mr. Parcher said it. He said he couldn't stand those da " "JANE! No matter what he said, you mustn't repeat " "But I'm not. I only said Mr. PARCHER said he couldn't stand those d " Mrs. Baxter cut the argument short by imprisoning Jane's mouth with a firm hand. Jane continued to swallow quietly until released.
Parcher might well have discerned behind it the invisible hand of an ironic but recompensing Providence making things even taking from the one to give to the other. "She's going to stay!" shouted the happy William. "She's promised to stay another week!"
So they danced again and again. When the fourteenth dance came, about half an hour before midnight, they were still dancing together. It was upon the conclusion of this fourteenth dance that Mr. Parcher mentioned to his wife a change in his feelings toward William. "I've been watching him," said Mr. Parcher, "and I never saw true misery show plainer. He's having a really horrible time. By George!
Round the corner marched a short procession of negroes, bearing trays; and the dancers were dispersing themselves to chairs upon the lawn "for refreshments." "Well, do something," Mr. Parcher urged. "We don't want to find him in the cistern in the morning!" Mrs. Parcher looked thoughtful, then brightened. "I know!" she said.
"Joe, you got to give me anyway ONE da " "Look!" said Mr. Bullitt, eagerly. "Look sittin' yonder, over under that tree all by herself! That's a visiting girl named Miss Boke; she's visiting some old uncle or something she's got livin' here, and I bet you could " "Joe, you GOT to " "I bet that Miss Boke's a good dancer, Bill," Joe continued, warmly. "May Parcher says so.
William had spent the ensuing hour in an object-lesson intended to make Miss Parcher see that William Sylvanus Baxter was twice as sarcastic as Joe Bullitt ever thought of being, but this great effort had been unsuccessful, because William, failed to understand that Miss Parcher had only been sending a sort of message to Mr. Bullitt.
Parcher's peculiar view of what constituted the romantic element. And upon another subject preoccupying both Mr. Parcher and William, their two views, though again founded upon one thought, had no real congeniality. The preoccupying subject was the imminence of Miss Pratt's departure; neither Mr. Parcher nor William forgot it for an instant.
He firmly declined to be shunted by Miss Parcher, who was trying to favor William's cause, according to a promise he had won of her by strong pleading. Regardless of her efforts, Mr. Bullitt descended upon William and his Baby-Talk-Lady, and received from the latter a honeyed greeting, somewhat to the former's astonishment and not at all to his pleasure. "Oh, goody-cute!" cried Miss Pratt.
"Miss Pratt is going away!" thought William and Mr. Parcher. "Miss PRATT is going away to-morrow!" The unuttered words advanced tragically toward the gate in the head of William at the same time that they moved contentedly away in the head of Mr. Parcher; for Mr. Parcher caught sight of his wife just then, and went to join her as she sank wearily upon the front steps.
"'Indifferink'!" he murmured, thrilling at his own exceedingly indifferent imitation of her voice. "Indifferink!" that was just what he would have her think that he was a cold, indifferent man. It was what he wished all girls to think. And "sarcastic"! He had been envious one day when May Parcher said that Joe Bullitt was "awfully sarcastic."
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