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Tinneray shouted instructions, "Your sister wants you should keep him," he roared, "till she comes over to see you in her ottermobile to fetch him and git you for a visit!" Suddenly the entire crowd of excursionists on the after-deck of the Fall of Rome gave a rousing cheer.
Tuttle serene and pampered on the deck, and Hetty Cronney desolate on the wharf! She pronounced verdict. "It's terrible that's what it is!" Mr. Tinneray with great sagacity said he'd like to show Mabel Tuttle her place then he nudged his wife and chuckled admiringly, "But yet for all, Hetty's got her tongue in her head yet say, ain't she the little stinger?" Sotto voce Mr.
"Say how's your parrot? How's your beau Ro-me-o?" At this, understood to be a parting shot, the crowd strung along the rail of the Fall of Rome burst into an appreciative titter. Mrs. Tuttle, reddening, made no answer, but Mr. Tinneray, standing by and knowing what he knew, seized this opportunity to call down vociferously, "Oh he's good, Romeo is.
Tinneray with increasing solemnity chewed her calamus-root "now she's been and bought one of them ottermobiles and runs it herself like you'd run your sewin'-machine, just as shameless " Both of the ladies glared condemnation at the distant blue feather. Mrs. Tinneray continued, "Hetty Cronney's worth a dozen of her.
Several of the youths with ivory-headed canes now forsook their contemplations to draw near, grinning, to the parrot-cage. Stimulated by these youths, Romeo reeled off more ribald remarks, things that created a sudden chill among the passengers on the Fall of Rome. Mrs. Tinneray, looked upon as a leader, called up a shocked face and walked away; Mrs.
"And the telephone," looking up at Mr. Tinneray. "I got friends in Quahawg Junction and Russell Center we're talkin' sometimes till nine o'clock at night. I can pick up jelly receipts and dress-patterns just so easy." But Mrs. Tuttle now looked open incredulity. She turned to such excursionists as stood by and registered emphatic denial.
Tinneray with a gesture of utter repudiation. "Ain't she terrible?" As the steamboat approached the wharf and the dwarf pines and yellow sand-banks of Chadwick's Landing, a whispered consultation between these two ladies resulted in one desperate attempt to probe the heart of Mabel Hutch that was.
"What's the matter, Mother, seasick? Here I'll git you a lemon." Mrs. Tinneray, jaw set, eyes rolling, was able to intimate that she needed no lemon, but she drew her husband mysteriously aside. She fixed him with a foreboding glare, she said it was a wonder the Lord didn't sink the boat! Then she rapidly sketched the tragedy Mrs.
Bean fixed a long look of horror on Mrs. Tinneray, who silently turned her eyes up to heaven! As the Fall of Rome churned its way up to the sunny wharf of Chadwick's Landing, the groups already on the excursion bristled with excitement. Children were prepared to meet indulgent grandparents, lovers their sweethearts, and married couples old school friends they had not seen for years.
Tinneray peering down on her through smoked glasses, suddenly started violently. "My sakes," she ejaculated, "my sakes," then as the dramatic significance of the thing gripped her, "My my my, ain't that terrible?" Solemnly, with prunella portentousness, Mrs. Tinneray stole back of the other passengers leaning over the rail up to Mrs. Bean, who turned to her animatedly, exclaiming,
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