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"Then it's true, is it, the cousin business?" says I. "Certainly it is, Torchy," says he. "Why not?" "Oh, nothin'," says I. "I wouldn't have thought it, though." "It isn't at all necessary," says Mr. Robert. "Bring him in at once." "I guess I can spare him," says I. Then I goes back and taps Cousin Clifford on the shoulder. "Cliffy," says I, "you're subpoened.
"I believe we could do it," says she. "And you're willing to try?" asks Vee. Marion nods. "Then," says Vee, "Mr. Biggles ought to be told that he needn't wait around any longer." "Oh, I don't see how I can," wails Marion. "He he's such a " "A sticker, eh? I know," says Vee. "And it's a shame that he should have another chance to bother you. Torchy, don't you suppose you could do it for her?"
"Perfectly all right, old man," says Ambrose. "In fact well, you get the idea, eh? The little wife hasn't quite got her bearings yet. Might feel better about meeting her new relatives after she's been around a bit. And Torchy will do fine." He tips me the wink as Mr. Robert hurries off. "Same old cut-up, eh, Amby?" says I. "Who me?" says he. "No, no! Nothing like that.
"I don't care what becomes of me," she hums over my shoulder. "Me either," says I. "Silly boy!" says she. "What's your name?" "Just Torchy," says I, "after my hair." "I think curly red hair is cute," says she. "I could go hoarse sayin' things like that about you," says I.
Her voice is more or less shaky at the start; but pretty soon she strikes her gait again and sings the last verse better than she had before. Then comes an intermission, and when Miss Hampton appears again she's wearin' that whole dozen roses pinned over her heart. Vee nudges me excited when she spots it. "See, Torchy?" says she. "Guess we've started something, eh?" says I.
Trust Belmont Pepper! "Ah, this way," says he. "Pardon me a moment, ladies, only a moment. This way, young man." And almost before they know what has happened him and me are behind the partition with the gate locked. "Let's see," says he, lookin' me over kind of puzzled, "it's er Torchy, isn't it?" "There's the proof," says I, liftin' the cover off my danger signal.
Well, once more I got to revise my ideas about her. Maybe she ain't any frostier underneath than the rest of us. "Allow me, Cornelia, to present you with the palm," says Mr. Ellins, handin' her a palmetto leaf. "As a war dancer you betray evidence of previous proficiency. Doesn't she, Torchy?" "I'll bet she could have had Mrs. Sittin' Bull crowded into the back drop," says I grinnin'.
"There they are, thank goodness!" says Vee, shuttin' off the engine and lettin' the boat drift in towards 'em slow. "Hello, there!" I calls out. "That you, Torchy?" asks Old Hickory, anxious. "Yep!" says I. "Me and Vee." "Bully for you youngsters!" says he. "I might have known it would be you two who would find us." "Verona, I am astonished," gasps Auntie. "Yes, I thought you would be," says Vee.
"No, ma'am," says I. "Torchy." "Why, how clever!" says she. "May I call you that, too? And I suppose you are one of Mr. Ellins' assistants?" "His private secretary," says I. "So you can see what luck he's playin' in. Did you want to talk to him 'special, or is it anything I can fix up for you?" "It's rather personal, I'm afraid," says she. "The boy at the door insisted that Mr.
And, anyway, I couldn't give up my real name, cause I'm travelin' incog., and me noble relatives would be shocked if they knew I was really workin'. You can call me Torchy, or Reginald, whichever you think of first, and if you be careful to say it real nice maybe I'll come." Every time I throws a jolt like that into J. Hemmingway, he looks kind of stunned and goes off to chew it over.
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