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"A regiment means men, señorita." "And our blankets and money and guns and victrola records?" "Why not? You Americans make your profit from us, why should you not share in our obligations? Did your generals spare the South when you had your Civil War? War is not a pretty thing, señorita." "They were at war with the South and they took " "Exactly. They took.
The Mexicans had tossed in canned goods, blankets, rifles, a couple of cash boxes and even a box of victrola records. Then she crawled into the space she had made and seizing one of the blankets, drew it over herself and over a part of the loot, giving the tonneau of the car the appearance of being full of plunder which was protected from the dust by a blanket.
"I say, this is great, isn't it?" he observed, so intent on the mechanism of the device that he did not notice the track of whiteness which he was leaving behind him. "It is like winding up a victrola." Whistling a random strain from Faust he turned the handle faster. "Oh, Bob!" burst out Delight. "Look what you're doing." Obediently he looked but did not comprehend.
He wondered what had come over him that he should have committed such a sin, and as his tired mind opened one of its doors and let the confused impressions flutter out, he countenanced a luxury as unusual as the impulse that had sent him townward the evening before to bring home the Victrola.
There were certain ornate ashtrays for Richard and Ward, there was a magnificent piano player, for which his grandmother bought the boy a dozen rolls a month, selecting them with splendid indifference on one of her regal expeditions downtown, and there was a massive Victrola, which had once delighted Nina for hours at a time. "The child is growing up!" the old lady said, smiling at some thought.
Then all sat down on the moonlit sands; and the victrola played its gayest tunes, and the white-capped waiters served good things that quite equalled Polly's last party. And when that was nearly over, and the guests were still snapping the French "kisses" and cracking sugar-shelled nuts, Dan found Miss Stella, who had been chatting with her late patient most of the evening, standing at his side.
"I'll see to Adams," said Scott. "Johnson, you go down to the arroyo and get the girl." And he went down the street to the cabin. "Well, did he get everything?" demanded Adams, as Scott entered. "All he could carry. He left the victrola for you, Jimmy, and the stove for Mrs. Van." "Gosh! What did you do with Miss Polly?" "Left her with the horses in the arroyo." "That was smart of you, Scotty.
There was no one else in sight, though as I stepped over the side, I heard a victrola playing down below. 'How are you? he said. 'Have a seat. Then he scowled down the companionway and called: 'Elizabeth, stop that infernal machine, will you? "The music was turned off, and pretty soon Miss Morganstein came up the stairs.
The gymnasium was decorated with corn stalks and autumn leaves, and here and there against the walls stood stuffed paper witches, to remind the guests that it was really Hallowe'en. Weird, soft music was coming from the victrola to remind one that ghosts were abroad that night.
They hadn't the slightest intention of foregoing half a night's dancing. They danced in the hall to the music of the victrola, while the regular musicians were being fêted in the kitchen by Mary Magdalen, Queenasheeba, and Fernolia. I missed my fan, and went into the drawing-room to look for it. The room was quite empty for the moment, and looked lonesome for all its blazing lights.
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