|
From: | Clotilda Hamm |
Subject: | peer balk |
Date: | Fri, 22 Sep 2006 06:55:23 -0700 |
Phinney and Bloomerfollowed carrying
packages.
Gammon, dripping paint brush in hand, was not as
grateful as heshould have been.
Even now hecould not believe she really meant
it.
Gammon, carrying nothing but anumbrella, brought up
the rear.
Tell me, how is he getting on with the
men?
But he schemed and planned until he sneaked in.
There was so much to say, so Myra declared, and such a provokinglyshort time to say
it in.
And, in a way, the men did appear to be forgetting
it.
The watchand the patrols were not permitted to
shirk. And the married ones or the widowers are theworst.
And the last couple or soIve heard you do more
growlin than hurrahin over. He had meant it as an engagement ring and aChristmas
present combined.
She musthave received and read it before this, but
he had not heard fromher again.
Perhaps you think I am only a girl and cantdo
anything to help.
It seemed a reasonable excuse, but the ladys
reception of it wasas frigid as her husbands toes. Just here the door opened and the
diminutive figure of Mrs. Were there tears in those expressive eyes of
hers?
Nevercracked a joke nor so much as a
grin.
At the door he turned,as if to speak, but meeting
Mr. Bartlettturned away from the telescope and stood there, pulling at
hisbeard.
Aint any preachin against laughin in the Scripturs
that I knowof.
|
[Prev in Thread] | Current Thread | [Next in Thread] |