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"Well," he answered, "I told you one could get tired of the splurge." Lucy looked at him quizzically. "I should think that kind of a girl would rather appeal to you," she said. "I would like to know her very much," said he, "but she didn't seem to like me." "Not like you!" cried the other. "Why, how perfectly outrageous!"
All Hendrik spoke of the demure heroine of the skimped delaine as "Little Miss Wimple"; and Madeline, though the youngest of the sisters, was universally known as "Miss Splurge," as it were, awfully. Yet Miss Wimple and Madeline were almost exactly "of a size," by any measurement, and Miss Wimple's clothes were a sweet fit for Madeline; the petticoat experiment had discovered that.
"I wonder what that son o' Gourlay's 'ull come till," said Sandy Toddle, musing on him with the character-reading eye of the Scots peasant. "To no good you may be sure of that," said ex-Provost Connal. "He's a regular splurge! When Drunk Dan Kennedy passed him his flask in the train the other day he swigged it, just for the sake of showing off. And he's a coward, too, for all his swagger.
He had felt his dignity too great to permit him to take two meals in one evening; besides, he was very solemnly engaged in preparing a speech to deliver at the banquet; and his task was very difficult, since he had to make a great splurge about the glories of the campaign, without reminding every one of the inglorious result of the attempt to haze the Dozen.
Calling at the Athenæum one day, about a fortnight after Madeline's departure, her quick eye caught sight of a bit of paper lying on the counter, whereon was freshly written, "Madeline Splurge." Miss Wimple had been entering some trifling charge in the course of her small book-keeping, and, still dallying with the pen, a passing thought, less idle than anxious, had traced the name.
"I was down at Dunraven at the Christmas splurge," said Alexia, "and you were not, Clem. That's all I shall say," and she leisurely disposed herself in a big chair, and began to draw on her gloves, with the air of one who could reveal volumes were she so disposed. "Polly wouldn't ever send him off," said one of the girls, "I don't believe.
That's Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road, and his band of outlaws!" "What is it possible? The same gang whom the Pioneer is making such a splurge over, every week." "The same. That fellow clad in black is Deadwood Dick, the leader." "Humph! He in black; you in scarlet. Two contrasting colors." "That is so. I had not thought of it before. But no significance is attached thereto." "Perhaps not.
Then: "I called names. I apologize." "That's all right, then," returned Hal heartily. "Woof!" exhaled the physician. "That's off my chest. Now, I've got an item for you." "For the 'Clarion'?" "Yep. The President's coming." "Coming? To Old Home Week?" "To Old Home Week." "An item! Great Cæsar! A spread! A splurge!! A blurb!!! Where did you get it?" "From Washington. Just been there."
She had hit the exact reason. Having a great deal of money, he wanted more enough to make the grandest kind of splurge in a puddle where splurge was everything. "Rather, because you are too intelligent," drawled he. "I want somebody who'd fit into my melting moods, not a woman who'd make me ashamed by seeming to sit in judgment on my folly."
In the flaunting yellow house on the hill the widow and daughters of the late Marmaduke Splurge, Esq., railroad-director and real-estate broker, fondled and hated each other. Mrs. Marmaduke was a well-preserved woman, stylish, worldly-minded, and weak.
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