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Pantin's bejewelled and rather clawlike fingers flew in and out of the embroidery hoop as she plied her needle, and while Mrs. Toomey adroitly selected the stockings which needed the least darning from her basket of mending, the latter came nearer really liking Priscilla Pantin than she had since she had known her. Mrs. Pantin exhibited a completed spray for Mrs.
Then, too, she had a wild panicky feeling that she might as well tell the truth and have it over though it was the last thing in the world she had contemplated doing. "It is rather." "Why?" Her voice sounded guttural. Like a hypnotic subject Mrs. Toomey heard herself whimpering: "People will talk about it Mrs.
Sure, they'll have to borrow more dishes to keep it up with." And just then came the loud scream below-stairs, betokening fear or dire extremity. "'Tis probably the cat," said Policeman Cleary, and walked hastily in the other direction. The boarders on the steps were fluttered. Mr. Toomey, an insurance solicitor by birth and an investigator by profession, went inside to analyse the scream.
Toomey repaired to the adjoining bathroom with its immaculate porcelain and tiling, where he inspected his chin critically in the shaving mirror and commented upon the rapid growth of his beard, which he declared became tropical in a temperate climate. "Just to be warm and not have to carry ashes it's heavenly!" ecstatically sighed Mrs. Toomey. "Forget it!" laconically.
The stranger detached himself gently. "I appreciate your hospitality," he replied courteously. "Who knows?" to Mrs. Toomey, "I might some day look in on you I've never been out in that section of the country." With another bow he paid his own account and left the restaurant. "Thoroughbred!" declared Toomey enthusiastically. "Old Dear, I made a hit with him." Mrs.
Then to Disston, darkly: "I'll take that from you onct, or twict, maybe, but if you call me Clarence three times I'll cut your heart out." Disston grinned understandingly. Toomey was among those who went to the Prouty House to look at the "bunch of millionaires" waiting on the veranda, and his surprise equalled Teeters' at seeing Disston. "Say, Hughie I got a deal on that's a pippin a pippin.
Toomey was still angered against Cullin, between whom and himself there was ever more or less friction, but Geordie had begun to take a fancy to him.
She glanced casually out of the window and stiffened in something very like horror. Kate was in front, tying her horse to a transplanted cottonwood sapling. What if Prissy Pantin should see her! She was visibly agitated, when she opened the door for Kate stammering a welcome that had a doubtful ring, but Kate did not appear to notice. She looked older, Mrs. Toomey thought, in swift scrutiny.
When he looked at Toomey, his eyes wore the expression of a faithful and understanding follower; but when he answered the stares of the crowd through the bars of his cage, the greenish fire that flamed in their inscrutable depths was ominous and untamed. In all save his willing subjection to Toomey's mastery, he was a true wolf, of the savage and gigantic breed of the Northwestern timber.
Seeing that the boy's face fell in disappointment she urged, "But you go, Hughie." "If I knew some one to ask " "There's Maggie Taylor," Mrs. Toomey suggested. "And Mormon Joe's Kate," Toomey added, laughing. "Who's she?" the boy asked curiously. "Do you remember the day when you were here before that we met those people driving a band of sheep a man and a barefooted girl in overalls?"
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