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Updated: June 13, 2025
Whatever car wins, you and Ellis take the prize money, half the gate receipts, and what you have made out of the betting " Tish rose in the machine and held out both her hands to Mr. Atkins. "Officer, perform your duty," she said solemnly. "Ignorance is no defense and I know it. Where are the handcuffs?" "We'll not bother about them, Miss Carberry", he said.
I'm hard up as the dickens." "Charlie Sands!" said Tish impressively. "If you are joking " "Joking! Did you ever know a county detective to arrest a prominent woman at a race-track as a little jest between friends? There's no joke, Aunt Tish. You've financed a phony race. The permit is taken in your name L.L. Carberry.
Now that the quarry was in sight she was more and more nervous, sneezing at short intervals in spite of her menthol inhaler. "I am sorry, Tish, but I cannot feel the same about that wooden revolver as I would about a real one. And even when I try to forget that it is only wood the carving reminds me." But Tish silenced her with a glance. She had strangely altered in the last few minutes.
The shoes were cut from a bedroom-slipper pattern that Tish traced in the sand on the beach, and the cap had an eagle feather in it. He made a birch-bark knapsack to hold the fish he smoked and a bow and arrow that looked well but would not shoot.
If you object to my hanging round, why not just say so? If I'm too obnoxious I'll clear out." "Obnoxious is hardly the word," said Tish. "How long am I to be a prisoner?" "I shall send letters off by the first boat." He caught the raft just then and examined the supper with interest. "Of course things might be worse," he said; "but it's dirty treatment, anyhow. And it's darned humiliating.
I thought, if you haven't been out to the track, we'd go out this morning." "We've been out," said Tish shortly, and we went in to breakfast. Once or twice during the meal I caught her eye on me and on Aggie and she was short with us both. While she was upstairs I had a word with Charlie Sands. "Well," he said, "what is it this time? Is she racing?" "Worse than that," I replied.
"The Bible says: 'To him that overcometh I will give the morning star! I have overcometh ah, so much! the sea; the cold, wet England; the Ellis Island; the hunger; the aching of one who has no love, no money! And now I have the morning star!" He looked at us all three at once Charlie Sands said this was impossible, until he met Tufik. Aggie was fairly palpitant and Tish was smug, positively smug.
"All ready!" cried Charlie Sands, getting the lid down finally. "All off for the Big Ditch!" We all heard a noise in the hall a sort of scuffling, with an occasional groan. Tish rushed over and threw open the door.
And he continued to refuse until we had arrived at our destination, a large brick building in the center of the city. "Now," he said, "take a long breath and go in. And mind no excitement." We went in. There was a band playing and people circling at a mile a minute. In the center there was a cleared place, and Tish was there on ice skates.
Aggie and I said nothing, but we looked at each other. Tish had said "we." Evidently Cousin Angeline's legacy was not going into a mortgage. The fair-grounds were almost ready. Peanut and lunch stands had sprung up everywhere. The oval, save by the tents and the repair pits, was marked off into parking-spaces numbered on tall banners.
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