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One extra animal was packed with needed provisions for the crew on the "Laughing Water" claim. Van had ordered all he could for Queenie's final journey the camp's best possible funeral, which he could not remain to attend. There was nothing to do but to mount and ride away, but Beth was down at Mrs. Dick's. Resistance was useless. Bidding Dave wait with the horses at the yard.
Lady Queenie's apartments did violence to G.J.'s sensibilities as an upholder of traditionalism in all the arts, of the theory that every sound movement in any art must derive from its predecessor.
As he prowled about the shelves, setting a good many of Queenie's infirm toys on their feet, and making all things taut, the morning wore on apace. He was glad enough of any occupation to pass the time, which seemed strangely lagging, as he glanced impatiently at his silver watch.
"No, you didn't even wait for an invitation," answered Van with a smile. "Everybody's got to hike now. I'm busy, trying to breathe." She clung on. Unfortunately, down in an Arizona town, Van had trounced a ruffian once in Queenie's protection simply because of her gender and entirely without reference to her character or her future attitude towards himself.
Placing her arm round Queenie's little neck, Theo tried to make the child understand that such a proceeding would not be fair, nor upright, nor honest. It would not be getting out of the difficulty; it would rather be making it a deeper one. 'What's difficulties? abruptly asked Queenie, with her round, solemn eyes gazing into her sister's face.
"That's Queenie's milk," Barney said. "Sally's is still out on the porch." "Well bring it in before the sun clabbers it." "Can't," Barney said. Hetty swung around and glared at him. "What do you mean, you can't? You suddenly come down with the glanders?" "No'm, it's just that Sally's milk ain't no good," he replied.
The world of Queenie's acquaintances made a strange, vivid contrast to this grey, grim, blockish world; and the two worlds regarded each other with the wonder and the suspicious resentment of foreigners. Queen's world came expecting to behave as at a cause célèbre of, for example, divorce.
"I could not travel in comfort without Miss Josephine," she said with much dignity, as she seated herself in the parlor, with her treasures around her. "I could not stir a step without her." Mabel brought her Maltese kitten, and her Spitz dog, and tied a cherry ribbon round Fido's neck, and a blue one round Queenie's. "Now I am ready to go!" she said.
Queenie had seated several members of her waxen family on either side of her, and taking them an airing was a serious responsibility for their anxious little parent. She was in truth over-burdened with family cares, being the owner of no less than thirteen dolls of various sizes and degrees of beauty. 'Miss Queenie's baker's dozen, the boys Geoff and Alick loved to tease her by calling them.
G.J. resented the familiar attitude, and he resented Queenie's very appearance and the appearance of the entire opulent scene. In his head at that precise instant were not only the statistics of mortality and major operations at the Lechford Hospitals, but also the astounding desolating tales of the handsome boy about folly, ignorance, stupidity and martyrdoms at Suvla.
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