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Don't you think, perhaps, she added timidly, 'that it's better for you to give up thinking about writing any more? 'Well, I've done it, Trixie, at any rate. I'm not so bad as that fellow Delobelle, in "Fromont Jeune," with his "Je n'ai pas le droit de renoncer au théâtre!" am I? I've renounced my stage. I'm a good little boy, and won't make a mess with nasty ink and pens any more.
We mustn't have you doing anything imprudent, you know. Let me see what I think of him. I hope he's a good fellow? 'Oh, he is, said Trixie; 'if you could only see some of his sketches!
He was just rushing to call Trixie, and tell her the good news, when the dream faded, and he awoke to the consciousness of his very different circumstances. Literature had jilted him. The Law was to be his mistress henceforth: a bony and parchment-faced innamorata, with a horsehair wig; and he thought of the task of wooing her with a shudder.
You see, it was like this: ma had her breakfast in bed, and there was a tray put down on the slab where it was, and it was sticky underneath or something, and so it stuck to the bottom, and the tray wasn't wanted again, and Ann, of course, didn't choose to wash it, so she only found it yesterday and brought it to me. 'Trixie, said Mark, 'I can't follow all those "its."
'I'm a brand from the burning a repentant novelist, I've seen my errors and am going to turn Lord Chancellor. 'You mustn't be angry with them, said Trixie. 'Dear ma is very strict; but then she is so anxious to see you making a living, Mark, and you know they don't give you very much at St. Peter's. And Martha and Cuthbert can't help saying disagreeable things.
Trixie Jambers Coogan, of Coogan and Jambers. She had once evoked wild applause at Tony Pastor's by her clog-dancing. There was another dancer there, an old grenadier of a woman who had been famous in her time as a premiere danseuse at the opera. Mrs. Bottger had spent a large part of her early life on one toe, but now she could hardly balance herself sitting down.
'Well, it's this way, Mart, says I. 'You know they found Trixie Lee guilty this afternoon in the justice court, don't you? Mart sighs and says, 'Poor Trixie, I supposed they would sooner or later, poor girl poor girl. An' old Cap Lee of the Red Legs was her father; did you know that, Jake? he asks. 'Yes, Mart, says I, 'and Lady Lee before her.
The Ashburns, with the single exception of Trixie, had remained obstinately indifferent to the celebrity which Mark had so suddenly obtained; it did not occur to most of them indeed that distinction was possible in the course he had taken.
Barbara had made peach-dumpling for dinner, and of course Aunt Trixie was the last and crowning suggestion. It was not far to send, and she was not long in coming, with her second-best cap pinned up in a handkerchief, and her knitting-work and her spectacles in her bag. The Marchbankses never made sofa-covers of brown waterproof, nor had Miss Trixies to spend the day.
Holabird ever so much. Homes and mothers are beautiful things to boys who have had to do without them. He shook hands with us all round, when he got up to go. He shook hands also with our old friend, Miss Trixie, whom he had never happened to see before. Then Rosamond went out with him and Leslie, as it was our cordial, countrified fashion for somebody to do, through the hall to the door.
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