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I'm a fool and worse, but you know how I am. Any big passion that seizes me holds me! I'm not responsible while the clutch is on me. I ought to be taken out and shot. But Sandy's blank stare called a halt. "I I wouldn't take it that way, Treadwell," he said, thinking that some obvious villainy of Crothers' had opened Lans's eyes to facts; "I may be able to get you out of the hole."
The room looks a sight." "Not now I'm on my way to church, and I'll be late if I don't hurry." She wore a grey cashmere dress, made with a draped polonaise which accentuated her rather full hips, and a hat with a steeple crown that did not suit the Treadwell arch of her nose.
"Peaches don't grow in the winter," objected Bunny, who had been on his grandfather's farm often enough to know this. "We could make believe our show was in summer," said Sue. "Yes, or you could make believe your play took place down south, where it's always warm," added Mart, "and you could have this for an orange tree." "Oh, no! That wouldn't do!" laughed Mr. Treadwell.
"Your forefathers!" he gasped, while a weird familiarity and resemblance to he knew not what made Treadwell something tangible and actual at last. "Yes. We still own a good bit of land over beyond the place called The Forge. I've been having a look at it. It's run wild and rank, but it might be reclaimed, I suppose. There is a depraved old squatter on the place; lives in an old smoke-house.
Treadwell; blowing over the conquering smile of Susan, who was unbinding her long hair; blowing over the joy-brightened eyes of Virginia, who dreamed in the starlight of the life that would come to her; blowing over the ghost-haunted face of her mother, who dreamed of the life that had gone by her; blowing at last, beyond the river, over the tired hands of the little seamstress, who dreamed of nothing except of how she might keep her living body out of the poorhouse and her dead body out of the potter's field.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" sounded all through the hall, and Bunny, Sue, and the others who were getting ready for their parts in the dress rehearsal of the play, laughed. Mr. Treadwell looked surprised. "Why why it's a rooster!" he exclaimed. "Yes, Peter is my pet bantam rooster," said George. "I brought him with me because I thought he could crow in the barnyard scene, and make it more natural like."
The old academy has grown more dilapidated than ever, and a large section of plaster has fallen from the wall, carrying with it the pencil drawing made in the colonel's schooldays; and if Miss Laura Treadwell sees that the graves of the old Frenches are not allowed to grow up in weeds and grass, the colonel knows nothing of it.
Treadwell will write parts for them," answered Mart. "But the trouble is, you can't be sure that Wango and the parrot will do the things you want them to. The parrot might speak at the wrong time, and Wango might cut up by chasing his tail or hanging by his hind paws from the ceiling, and so make the audience laugh when we didn't want them to." "That's so," agreed Bunny.
"Don't dare to," replied Dalzell morosely. So, though Darrin went out, he resolved not to remain long away from his moody chum. Outside, on one of the cement walks, Dave turned toward Flirtation Walk. It seemed the best surrounding in which to think of Belle. "Mr. Darrin!" called a voice. Dave turned, to behold Mr. Treadwell coming at a fast stride with a scowl on his face.
"We were obliged to let Belleview go when Major Treadwell died there were debts to be paid, and we were robbed as well but we have several rentable properties in town, and an estate in the country which brings us in an income. But things are not quite what they used to be!" Mrs. Treadwell sighed, and nodded. Miss Laura sat in silence a pensive silence.
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