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Terriberry apologetically as she placed the dishes before her. "But she seems awful set on not waitin' on you." Dr. Harpe dropped her eyes for an instant. "It's up to her." "She's as good-natured as anybody I ever saw but she's high-strung, too; she's got a temper." Dr. Harpe lifted a shoulder. "She'd better have my friendship than my enmity, even if she has a temper."
He viewed the welcoming throng through misty eyes as, with an entire appreciation of the imposing figure he presented, he bared his massive head in deference to Mrs. Terriberry, Mrs. Percy Parrott, Mrs. Starr and her two lovely daughters whose shrill shrieks were audible above the grinding of the car-wheels upon the rusty track.
"Essie's mighty well liked here," Mrs. Terriberry returned quickly. "Popularity is a mighty uncertain asset in a small town." "Don't forget that yourself, Doc," returned Mrs. Terriberry, nettled by her tone. Dr. Harpe laughed good-naturedly; she had no desire to antagonize Mrs. Terriberry. She watched the Dago Duke hold up a warning finger as Essie placed the heavy hotel dishes before him.
Andy P. Symes decided to emphasize further his return to Crowheart by issuing invitations for a dinner to be given in the Terriberry House, reserving the announcement of his future plans for this occasion; and, although Crowheart did not realize it at the time, this dinner was an epoch-making function.
She no longer made a pretence of reading but sat with her eyes upon the street. Symes remembered that it had been a long time since she had watched for him like that. Finally she threw down her book and stood up that she might have a better view of the door of the Terriberry House. When she started down the sidewalk toward the gate Symes called her. "Augusta!" "Yes?" impatiently. "Come here."
Terriberry speared a bit of pineapple with the long nail of his forefinger and added ambiguously: "M'bet you." "Aw, g'long! Food for infants, this wish I had a barrel of it." "Doc, you got a nawful capac'ty." Mr. Terriberry looked at her in languishing admiration. "That's why I like you. Honest t'God I hate to see a lady go under the table firs' shot out o' the box.
She turned away and walked toward the corral where the black omnibus horses nickered softly at her coming, while Alphonse and Gaston stood on their hind legs and squealed a vociferous welcome. "My only friends " and she smiled bitterly. She winced when she saw a new face passing the kitchen door and realized that Mr. Terriberry already had filled her place.
If the printed invitations and the unusual hour had filled his guests with awe, the formalities of the dinner itself had the effect of temporarily paralyzing their faculties. In lieu of the merry scramble characteristic of Crowheart's festivities, there was a kind of a Death March into the dining-room from which Mrs. Terriberry had unceremoniously "fanned" the regular boarders.
"Oh, Essie, don't!" Mrs. Terriberry wrung her garnet and moonstone-ringed fingers together in distress. "You mustn't get reckless!" "What real difference does it make to you or anybody else how I get?" she demanded fiercely, and added: "You are showing me how much when you advertise to all the town by turning me out that you believe their evil tongues."
Adolph Kunkel whispered the reminiscence behind the back of his hand. "My real favorite is bean soup," admitted Mr. Terriberry, and Mrs. Terriberry looked mortified at this confession of her husband's vulgar preferences. "It's very nourishing," declared Mrs. Starr tremulously. "And delicious, too, when properly served." Mrs. Percy Parrott curled her little finger elegantly and toyed with a spoon.
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