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Updated: June 24, 2025
"No ink, Bill," she said, "but we've got blackberry cordial, and by mixing it with a little soot we may be able to manage." Aggie demurred loudly, as there are occasions when only a mouthful of the cordial enables her to keep doing. But Tish was firm. When I went to the fire, I found Bill busily carving wooden revolvers, copying Tish's, which lay before him.
Tish having crawled panting from her exertion into the driver's seat and taken the wheel, in sheer excess of boyish excitement he leaned over and kissed the hand nearest him. The janitor's small boy was on the curb watching, and at that he set up a yell of joy. We left him calling awful things after us and Tish's face was a study; but soon the care of the machine made her forget everything else.
Aggie had decided to ask the musicians to play a little slower and I had my hands full with her; so it was with horror that, shortly after, I heard the whirring of the engine and through the cellar window caught a glimpse of Tish's machine starting off up the hill. I rose excitedly, but Tufik was before me, smiling and bowing. "Miss Tish has gone for the bride," he said softly.
But a tendency to avoid the straight and narrow issues of truth when facing a crisis is one of Tish's weaknesses, the only flaw in an otherwise strong and perfect character. "We are going to leave you here," she said. "But one of our number, fully armed, will be near by. A sound from you, or any endeavor to call for succor, will end sadly for you. A word to the wise.
"One can drown in three feet of water," said Aggie sadly, "if one is very tired of life. People drown themselves in bathtubs." Tish's furious retort to this was lost, Tufik choosing that moment to appear in the doorway. He wore a purple-and-gold kimono that had given Tish bronchitis early in the winter, and he had twisted a bath towel round the waist. He looked very young, very sad, very Oriental.
Tish recalled one of her Sunday-school scholars who sold papers and saved enough to buy a second-hand automobile and rear a family. But our fond hopes were dashed to the ground when, the next morning, Hannah, opening the door at Tish's to bring in the milk bottles, found a huge stack of the night-before's newspapers and a note on top addressed to Tish, which said:
Now certainly, though Tish's tone was severe, there was nothing in it to hurt the girl; but she got up from the cracker box on which she was sitting, with her eyes filled with tears. "Don't mind me. I'm a silly fool," she said; and went down to the river and stood looking out over it. It quite spoiled our evening. Aggie made her a hot lemonade and, I believe, talked to her about Mr.
But Aggie followed Tish's lead, of course, and I believe lived up to it as far as possible, although it is quite true that, stopping in one day unexpectedly to secure a new crochet pattern, I smelled broiling steak. But Aggie explained that she merely intended to use the juice from a small portion, having had one of her weak spells, the balance to go to the janitor's dog.
Aggie was only like a lot of people good because she was not tempted; for it was at the garage that we met Mr. Ellis. We had stopped the engine and Tish was quarreling with the man about the price of gasoline when I saw him a nice-looking young man in a black-and-white checked suit and a Panama hat. He came over and stood looking at Tish's machine. "Nice lines to that car," he said.
The insects were probably dazed at first, but by the time Tish's horse arrived they were prepared, and the next thing we knew Tish's horse was flying up the mountain-side as if it had gone crazy, and Bill was shouting to us to stop. The last we saw of Tish for some time was her horse leaping a mountain stream, and jumping like a kangaroo, and Bill was following. "She'll be killed!" Aggie cried.
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