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He simply trailed along at the fag end of the Parade and carried the Music. Popsy was a High Guy at the Directors' Meeting, but a mighty cheap Soufflé at his own Fireside. Any time that his Plans did not coincide with those of the Feminine Bunch, they passed him a backhanded Veto that would cause him to lie quiet for Days at a time.
Finally her young impatience conquered her restraint. "Well what do you think, popsy?" inquired she. "That I've got about as smart a gel as there is in Remsen City," replied he. "Don't lay it on too thick," laughed she. He understood why she was laughing, though he did not show it.
Then he caught a sparkle of mischief in her mood. "Let's have some fun, Popsy! The doctor is a young man, with brown hair and a mustache, horn-rimmed glasses, a blue tie and a tan-leather bag. One of the ambulance men has red hair, and the other has a mercurochrome-stain on his left sleeve. Tell them your spirit-guide told you." The old soldier's tobacco-yellowed mustache twitched with amusement.
She stood staring at us, standing on one leg and scratching herself nervously with the other. "Why, Sissy?" said Ajax. She removed her thumb, reluctantly. "Yas it's me," she confessed. "Popsy don't know as I've comed up here." Then, suddenly remembering the conventions, she said, politely, "Good-evening, Mr. Spooner." "Good-evening," said the astonished Pap. "You wasn't expectin' me?"
It's jest because, be-cause yer so pore so very, very pore, that I comed up." "Is that so? Because I'm so very poor?" "I heard that in the store this evenin'. I was a-comin' in as you was a-comin' out. I heard Popsy say you was the porest man in the county, porer than all of us pore folks put together." She had lost her nervousness.
In the first place, nothing on earth could make you look a perfect fright, or anything like one, Popsy dear; and in the second place, I don't know that I'm Socialist enough myself ever to have the courage of my opinions as Le Breton has. Certainly, I should never attempt to force them unwillingly upon others.
"It would be interesting to observe the response of various temperaments exposed to an unvaried influence. It would throw light on the vexed question whether the qualities that adorn our beloved are her own, or ours lent to her for the occasion. Would the same woman be addressed as 'My Queen! by one correspondent, and as 'Dear Popsy Wopsy! by another, or would she to all her lovers be herself?"
"I want a party, Popsy a real party," she whispered, tipping his chin back with her fingers, so he could look at her through his spectacles not over them, like an ogre. "Vere you have it?" This came in a bewildered way, as if the pair had the big ballroom at Delmonico's in the back of their heads. "Here, in this very place," broke in Felix, "after I get it in order."
His old body would not obey his will. "It's no use, Dearest; I can't. Maybe it's just as well," he said. "Freezing's an easy death, and you say people live on as spirits, after they die. Maybe we can always be together, now." "I don't know. I don't want you to die yet, Popsy. I never was able to get through to a spirit, and I'm afraid.... Wait! Can you crawl a little?
"Stick to it, Popsy, for time's precious." "I think you ought to allow me to be educated out of mother's money." "Highty-tighty! I'm sure you know enough." "I don't really know enough. Mrs. Ward, of Aylmer House, has taken me as an inmate of her school for forty pounds a year. Her terms for most girls are a great deal more." Martin looked with great earnestness at Maggie.
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