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Dick pointed out the general direction of the deer park which hides the shelter-house from the sanatorium, and if you'll believe it, with snow so thick I had to scrape it off the lantern every minute or so, those children planned to give something called A Midsummer Night's Dream in the deer park among the trees in the spring, to entertain the patients.
So that I was not surprised when on that night, Friday, I was told to be at the shelter-house at ten o'clock for a protest meeting. Mrs. Sam told me. "Something has to be done," she said. "I don't intend to stand much more. Nobody has the right to say when I shall eat or what. If I want to eat fried shoe leather, that's my affair."
She held them up and gazed at them meditatively. "That's one thing I draw the line at. On the boards, you know never have worn 'em and never will. They're not modest, to my mind, and, anyhow, I'm too fat!" Mr. Sam and his wife came in at that moment, Mr. Sam carrying a bottle of wine for the shelter-house, wrapped in a paper, and two cans of something or other.
Pierce, but early as it was he had gone for a walk, taking Arabella with him. So I called a conference at the shelter-house Miss Patty, Mr. and Mrs. Van Alstyne, Mr. and Mrs. Dick, and myself. Mrs. Dick wasn't dressed, but she sat up on the edge of her cot in her dressing-gown, with her feet on the soap box, and yawned.
"Thoburn and Mr. von Inwald coming basket lantern warn the shelter-house!" "Great Scott!" Mr. Pierce said. "Here, you girls crawl over the fence: you'll be hidden there. I'll run back and warn them." The lantern was swinging again. Mr. Thoburn's grumbling came to us through the snow, monotonous and steady. "I can't climb the fence!" Miss Patty said pitifully. But Mr. Pierce had gone.
Pierce had been there before me. I saw tracks in the fresh snow, for, praise heaven! it had snowed all that week and our prints were filled up almost as fast as we made them. When I got to the shelter-house it was in a wild state of excitement. Mrs. Dick, with her cheeks flushed, had gathered all her things on the cot and was rolling them up in sheets and newspapers. But Mr.
He came over and shook a finger in my face. "Nobody has left and why? Because they're all taking a series of baths. Wait until they've had their fifteen, or twenty-one, or whatever the cure is, and then see them run!" It was true enough; I knew it. Tillie brought the supper basket for the shelter-house about six o'clock and sat down for a minute by the fire. She said Mr.
Here Pierre experienced a fresh attack of faintness, and as though to gain time, he turned mechanically into the pilgrims' shelter-house. Its door had remained wide open; still this failed to sufficiently ventilate the spacious hall, which was now full of people.
Pierce was calling himself Carter, and about the two in the shelter-house. I had to. He knew as well as I did that three days before Mr. Pierce had had nothing to his name but a folding automobile road map or whatever it was. "Good for old Pierce!" he said when I finished. "He's a prince, Miss Waters. If you'd seen him sending those girls back to town well, I'll do all I can to help him.
And she stood there in her nightgown she who was almost a princess and listened to me, and patted me on the shoulder when I broke down, telling her about Thoburn and the summer hotel. "But here I am," I finished, "telling you about my troubles and forgetting what I came for. You'll have to go out to the shelter-house, Miss Patty. And I guess you're expected to fix it up with your father."
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