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"I suppose," she continued, "we may attribute those constant and tedious delays to which we have been subjected all day to the premature melting of snow in the fastnesses of the Sierras?" This phrase did not shock Saterlee. He was amazed by the power of memory which it proved.
Kimbal rescued them, separated them, folded them neatly, and stowed them under the seat. Saterlee made no comment. He was thinking of the state of a shirt that he had had on since early morning, and was wondering how, with his elbows pressed very tightly to his sides, he could possibly manage to unlace his boots. He made one or two tentative efforts. But Mrs.
"Now," said he, "if you'll just tie my coat round your neck by the sleeves let the vest go hang and then you'll have to let me carry you." Mrs. Kimbal did as she was told. But the buggy, relieved at last of all weight, slid off sidewise with the current, turned turtle, and was carried swiftly down-stream. Saterlee staggering, for the footing was uncertain, and holding Mrs.
When the couple came close, the old man looked up from his reading, and blessed his soul several times. "It do beat the Dutch!" he exclaimed in whining nasal tones, "if here ain't two more." "Two more what?" said Saterlee. "It's the floods, I reckon," whined the old man. "There's three on the kitchen floor and there's two ladies in my bed. That's why I'm sittin' up.
"Mine is the show place of this here city mirrors peacock feathers Ariadne in the nood cash register and everything hunky-dunk." "We'll go you," said Saterlee. "At any rate, I will." "Oh, I must see, too," said the lady, and both were relieved at the turn which the conversation had taken.
"It will be easier, won't it," she said, "if you have my hair to hold by? I think I can manage to keep on my back." "May I, Ma'am?" said Saterlee. She laughed at his embarrassment. And half-thrust the two great braids into the keeping of his strong left hand. A moment later Saterlee could no longer keep his footing. "Now, Ma'am," he said, "just let yourself go."
"I'm glad to hear you say that, Ma'am," said Saterlee. "When you said you were bound for Carcasonne House, I thought to myself, 'Mebbe she's got it, and I felt mighty sorry." "Do I look like a consumptive?" she asked. "Bless me no," said he. "But you're not stout, and, considering where you said you was going, you mustn't blame me for putting two and two together and getting the wrong answer."
The son-in-law, sent to fetch the horse, first paused at the cellar door of the Life-Saving Station, then, with a shake of the head and an "I remember now" expression, he approached and entered the subterrene of his own house and business, and disappeared, saying: "Whoa, there! Steady you!" Saterlee turned quietly to the angry and tearful vision whom he had so callously outbid.
She slid her future wedding finery into a large paper bag, and entered the saloon by the "Family Entrance," ardently followed by her future husband. The proprietor, Saterlee, and the showy lady followed more slowly, discussing roads. "Now," said Saterlee, "if you're going further than Carcasonne Junction, I'll get off there. And either I'll walk to the hotel or hire another trap."
It's to rest your foot on. So." He showed her. With the first sign of humor that she had shown, the lady suddenly and very capitally mimicked his attitude. And then blushed to the eyes, and was very much ashamed of herself. But Saterlee and the bartender were delighted. They roared with laughter. "Next thing," said the bartender, "she'll pull a gun and shoot up the place." Saterlee said: "Rye."
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