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Rosser, the twins' aunt, and fastidious women like Madame Tallafferr unite in terming a smiling human freckle "sweet," there is nothing more to be said. Adonis may as well take a back seat and the Apollo Belvedere seek the helpful resources of a beauty parlor. Said young Phil carelessly: "Dominie, who's the newcomer?" "That," said I, "is Barbran." "Barbran," he repeated with a rising inflection.
Then he held her off and shut his eyes, for the untrammeled exercise of his reasoning powers, and again demanded of Barbran and the fates: "What's the use?" "What's the use of what?" returned Barbran tremulously. "Of all this? Your father's a millionaire, and I won't I can't " "He isn't!" cried Barbran. "And you can you will." "He isn't?" ejaculated Phil. "What is he?"
See how much that reporter made of it! Phil! Wh-wh-why are you treating me like a a a dumbbell?" For he had thrust her away from him at arm's-length again. "There's one other thing between us, Barbran." "If there is, it's your fault. What is it?" "Harvey Wheelwright," he said solemnly. "Do you really like that sickening slush-slinger?" She raised to him eyes in which a righteous hate quivered.
He heard the evidence, tested the sample, announced his intention of coming around that evening for some more, and honorably discharged Barbran. "And what about these min?" he inquired, gazing upon the dauntless six. "Dangerous suspects, Yeronner," said Terry the Cop. What way are they dang'rous?"
"He's a school-teacher, and I haven't got a thing but debts." Phil received this untoward news as if a flock of angels, ringing joy bells, had just brought him the gladdest tidings in history. After an interlude he said: "But, why " "Because," said Barbran, burrowing her nose in his coat: "I thought it would be an asset. I thought people would consider it romantic and it would help business.
What does he know about Us!" Immediately upon hearing of my fell design MacLachan, the tailor, paid a visit of protest to my bench. "Is it true fact that I hear, Dominie?" "What do you hear, MacLachan?" "That ye're to make one of yer silly histories about Barbran?" "Perfectly true," said I, passing over the uncomplimentary adjective. "'Tis a feckless waste of time." "Very likely."
"It is true that my parents named me that," said she, "but my friends call me 'Barbran' because I always used to call myself that when I was little, and I want to be called Barbran here." "That's very friendly of you," I observed. She gave me a swift, suspicious look. "You think I'm a fool," she observed calmly. "But I'm not. I'm going to become a local institution.
"No. I don't think it would do, Dominie. Anyway, I've got six without you." "Including Phil Stacey?" "Of course," retorted the Bonnie Lassie. "It was he who came to me for help. I'm really doing this for him." "I thought you were doing it for Barbran." "Oh; she's just a transposed Washington Squarer," answered the tyrant of Our Square. "Though she's a dear kiddie, too, underneath the nonsense."
A local institution can't be called Barbara Ann Waterbury, unless it's a crêche or a drinking-fountain or something like that, can it?" "It cannot, Barbran." "Thank you, Mr. Dominie," said Barbran gratefully.
Though I don't suppose a learned and serious person like you would ever have read such nonsense." "It happened to be Friday and there wasn't a hippopotamus in the house," I murmured. "Oh," said Barbran, brightening. "Well, I thought if she could do it with Alice, I could do it with Harvey Wheelwright." "In the name of Hatta and the March Hare, why?"
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