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Queed, They are so, so sweet, and I do love roses so!" Indeed her joy in them was too obvious to require any words. Queed decided to say nothing about the mitts. "I'm glad that they please you," said he, pulling himself together for the ordeal of the call. "How are you getting along up here? Very well, I trust?" "Fine. It's so quiet and nice.... And I don't mind about graduating a bit any more.
"That is the girl's name, if it is of any interest to you " "You know she is my first cousin." "Possibly so," he replied, as though to say that no one had the smallest right to hold him responsible for that. "In this connection, a small point has arisen upon which advice is required, the advice of a woman. You happen to be the only other girl I know. This," said Queed, "is why I have called."
Queed wore his day clothes of blue, which were not so new as they were the day Sharlee first saw them, on the rustic bridge near the little cemetery. He had, of course, taken it for granted that he would find Miss Weyland alone. Nevertheless, he did not appear disconcerted by the sudden discovery of his mistake, or even by Mr.
She smiled straight into his eyes, sweetly and fearlessly. "Seven! Just what you said! Oh, if I could only do them like you! I'm ever and ever so much obliged, Mr. Queed and now I can go to bed." Mr. Queed avoided Fifi's smile; he obviously deliberated. "If you have any more of these terrible difficulties," he said slowly, "it isn't necessary for you to sit there all evening and cry over them.
An eminently suitable match in every way. Yet I shall not soon forget how that delightful young man defrauded you of the editorship." Silence from Mr. Queed, the question of the editorship having already been thoroughly threshed out between them. "I, too, saw the gallant proceedings," resumed Nicolovius, retracing his thought. "What an outfit! What an outfit!"
Queed glanced up at Klinker's six feet of red beef with a flash of envy which would have been unimaginable to him so short a while ago as ten minutes. Klinker was physically competent. Nobody could insult his work and laugh at the merited retribution. "Come by my place a minute," said Klinker. "I got something to show you there. You know the shop, o' course?" No; Mr.
You see I have turned it all over to Queed, and I confess I haven't studied it with anything like the care he has." Sharlee, who was never too engrossed in mere subjects to notice people's tones, said at once: "Oh, I am sure they won't dare do it," and immediately changed the subject. "You are going to the German, of course?" "Oh, surely, unless the office pinches me."
"Didn't I know it! Do you know what, Doc? If you knocked out a little time for reg'lar exercise, you'd find when bedtime came, that you'd done better work than you ever did before." Queed was silent. He had the most logical mind in the world, and now at last Klinker had produced an argument that appealed to his reason. "I'll put it to you as a promise," said Klinker, eyeing him earnestly.
By slow degrees it came to him that the popular young president had many qualities of a very desirable sort which he himself lacked. West's opinion on a question of college discipline was likely to be at least as sound as his own. Moreover, West was one of the owners and managers of the Post. Nevertheless, he, Queed, did not see how he could accept and print this article.
But what Sharlee liked best about this unglassed and unscienced Mr. Queed was his entire absence of any self-consciousness in regard to her. When he told her that Easter Monday night that he cheerfully took his turn on the psychological operating-table, anæsthetics barred, and no mercy asked or given, it appeared that he, alone among men, really meant it.
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