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"Please don't drag any girls' names into bantering talk," interposed Dave, quickly though very quietly. So Purcell said no more, and he had, indeed, meant no harm whatever. But others were noticing, and also talking. High School young people began to take a very lively interest in the new appearance of Dodge and Bayliss as escorts of Laura and Belle.
"Lady Corstorphine desires to speak to you on the telephone, madam." Half-way to the door Mrs. Crocker paused, as if recalling something that had slipped her memory. "Is Mr. James getting up, Bayliss?" "I believe not, madam. I am informed by one of the house-maids who passed his door a short time back that there were no sounds." Mrs. Crocker left the room.
But, if you will pardon my saying so, we know very little about her or her family. You are comparative strangers to us and although we have enjoyed your ah society and ah " Hephzy interrupted. "I beg your pardon for saying it, Doctor Bayliss," she said, "but you know as much about us as we do about you." The doctor's composure was ruffled still more.
"If I was sure," mused Hephzy, "that she was in love with Herbert Bayliss, then 'twould be all right, I suppose. They would get married and it would be all right or near right wouldn't it, Hosy." I said nothing. The next morning I saw her. She came to inquire for me and Hephzy brought her into my room for a stay of a minute or two.
The farmer offered to help Bert Dodge ease his bruises. Greg made a tender of his services to Bayliss, but was gruffly repulsed. "Everything is over," called the farmer at last. "I must wake up my horses and get on to Gridley. Young gentlemen, I'm much obliged for the rest that my horses have had, and also for my entertainment.
You must clear off that tray the first thing. We'll have our talk to-morrow, maybe. We'll we'll see the course plainer then, perhaps. Now be a good boy and mind me. You ARE my boy, you know, and always will be, no matter how old and famous you get." Herbert Bayliss called again that afternoon. I did not see him, but Hephzy did.
Several times he paused before the old-fashioned secretary, looking through the glass doors at the volumes within. The sight of some of those books awoke disagreeable memories. When he was a boy of fourteen or fifteen, it used to make him bitterly jealous to hear his mother coaxing Claude to read aloud to her. Bayliss had never been bookish.
"Oh, we -we -we were touring in that part of the country, and were fixing a break-down when Hazelton came running up," stammered Bert Dodge. "It was fortunate, indeed, for Hazelton, that you had that break-down," replied the editor. Then his manner showed Dodge and Bayliss that it was time for them to go.
Wheeler bought a new suit and a dozen stiff shirts and went back to Maine to visit his brothers and sisters, who were very quiet, conventional people. But he was always glad to get home to his old clothes, his big farm, his buckboard, and Bayliss. Mrs. Wheeler had come out from Vermont to be Principal of the High School, when Frankfort was a frontier town and Nat Wheeler was a prosperous bachelor.
Bayliss’ high color was fading. "You want it left that way, Topham?" he asked icily. "This only confirms my contention that matters in Tubacca are completely out of control, that the Rebel element has the backing of the citizens. I shall so report it." "That is your privilege." Topham nodded. "But this is still Tubacca and not your camp, Captain. And my cantina.
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