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"He promised father to be on deck at seven-thirty, and it'll be close on that by the time we get there, I reckon," Jack continued. "And what have you got to do about it?" asked Bobolink. "Let him in, and lock the door after he's on duty," replied Jack, promptly.
Perhaps the ordering of Peggy's life had been too smooth to develop the best in her character, so Kismet, or whatever it is which shapes the odd happenings of our lives, had stepped in to lay a hurdle or two to test her ability to meet obstacles. Since seven-thirty that morning she had met little else in one form or another, and had taken them rather gracefully, all things considered.
At seven-thirty Hilda, in the partially dismantled parlour, and Florrie in the kitchen, were sitting down to breakfast. "In a quarter of an hour," said Hilda to herself, "the post will be here." But in four minutes she had eaten the bacon and drunk the scalding tea, and in five she had carried all the breakfast-things into the kitchen, where Florrie was loudly munching over the sloppy deal table.
At seven-thirty, he had not appeared, and she grew impatient and strolled round to the other side of the hacienda. Before Pablo's casa, she saw the red end of a cigarette; so she knew that Pablo also watched. "I must see him first," she decided. "Pablo's heart is right toward Don Mike, but resentful toward us. I do not want him to pass that resentment on to his master."
"I do not think, sir," replied the literal Waddell, "that an English shilling would fit a German meter. Probably a mark would be required, and I have only a franc. Besides, sir, do you think that " "Surgical operation at seven-thirty, sharp!" intimated the major to the medical officer, who entered the dug-out at that moment. "For our friend here" indicating the bewildered Waddell.
It was three o'clock in the morning when the guests danced Sir Roger de Coverley at Mrs. William Day's New Year's party. They would as soon have thought of having supper without trifle, tipsy-cake, and syllabub, in those days, as of finishing the evening without Sir Roger. Dancing had begun at seven-thirty. The lady at the piano was drooping with weariness.
The statistician was a silent man. He greeted Colin with few words and eyed him critically. "Hm! You can handle a boat?" "Yes, sir," said Colin in surprise. "Get aboard the Shiner at seven-thirty to-morrow, at the dock next to Gray's," and he nodded his head and walked off, leaving Colin to stare after him.
"I found her traveling-bag, all packed, hidden under the hall-seat." "The old cut-up!" says I. "What about Creighton he been around lately?" "Every afternoon and evening," says Vee. "He's to take her to a concert somewhere this evening. I'm not asked." "Shows his poor taste," says I. "He's due there about eight o'clock, eh?" "Seven-thirty," says Vee.
"Back to Thirty-seventh Street, driver." "I shall want you at seven-thirty sharp, to-morrow morning," he said, as they alighted. "Will you be here, sure?" "Sure, boss!" "You'll make another one of those if you're on time." The driver faced the bill toward the nearest street-light and scanned it. Then he placed it tenderly in the lining of his hat, and said, fervently: "I'll be here, gent!"
She took the baby and sat silent. "Shall I come home to lunch?" he asked. "Perhaps you'd better not," she replied coldly. "Is there to be any dinner?" "Dinner will be ready at six-thirty, if I have to get it myself." "If you have to get it yourself I'll allow for seven-thirty," said he, trying to be cheerful, though she seemed little pleased by it. "Now don't take it so hard, Ellie.
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