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Updated: June 17, 2025
With her chin grasped firmly in one fist, she was staring very hard at a corner of the ceiling where there was nothing in particular. Robbie looked at her and sighed, but the resignation in the sigh was transfigured by loving awe. She picked up her pencil in patient acquiescence. Berta must not be disturbed. "Chir-awhirr, chir-awhirr, tweet, tweet, tweet!"
She was a cheap, scheming adventuress, and he hated the very thought of her now and was plunged into the depths of despair and humiliation. In the lounging room he found Tweet. "Come on," he said huskily, "le's go to the employment office. I'm ready." Orr Tweet arose, casting a curious look at Hiram's haggard face, but said nothing as he followed him out.
There was nothing really which I cared to shoot. The village people rushed out in pursuit of every little bird whose tweet was heard, however distant, in the olive groves or up the mountain side.
They pinched the owners, and I flew the coop before they could lay it onto me. Crooked deal." "What was it?" Hiram asked vaguely. "Banana plantation," Tweet replied lightly. "At least they called it that I never saw it. I was just promotin' the deal. Well, what d'ye say?" he persisted. "I'm broke and I need a little cash. But I'm a money getter!
I always get out some way. My middle name is Millions. Gogettersburg is my birthplace. You folks and Pete are my first failure in convincin' others of my shrewdness, honesty, and unbounded ability." For an hour Mr. Tweet told of his glowing plans, but he found it difficult to convince either Jo or Hiram that he had success within his grasp.
Tweet but Tweet's hospitality demanded its price. Outfit after outfit came crawling across the desert to pitch camp somewhere along the line and begin its portion of the big work in band. There was a post office at Ragtown, twenty or more saloons, dance halls and gambling dens combined, restaurants, tent hotels, stores, and even a bank and a motion-picture show.
And all you meet, In house or street, At work or play, Sweethearts are they. So, little dear, Pray feel no fear; Go where you will; Eat, eat your fill. Here is a feast From west to east; And you can say, Ere you go away, 'At last I stand In dear Candy-land, And no more can stuff; For once I've enough. Sweet! Sweet! Tweet! Tweet! Tweedle-dee! Tweedle-dee!"
Hiram's face reddened. "That was her name," he admitted. "I I suppose Tweet told you about her." "A little. But I interrupted." "Well, Lucy said Drummond had been interested in what Tweet had to say, and he said he might look into the freighting possibilities of the new road. He's got a string of trucks, I was told." "What sort of a man is he, Hiram?" "Big fellow always seems to be having fun.
Something of her earnestness seemed to convey a meaning to Henry Gregg. "Just wait a minute, folks," he said to the group of three, and joined Mary Gowd, who had chosen a seat a dozen paces away. "What's the trouble?" he asked jocularly. "Hope you're not offended because Tweet said we didn't need you to-day. You know young folks " "They must not go alone," said Mary Gowd. "But "
There was a longer silence now. "Tweet!" said a bird, pertly. Then Marian said, "Let us go to my father." "To tell him ?" "Why, that I love you, I suppose, and that I cannot marry Jack, not even to be a duchess. Oh, I did so much want to be a duchess! But when you came back to me yonder in the forest, somehow I stopped wanting anything more.
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