Tish Marches On
““Good morning,” he said. “And how is our little friend this morning? Not too weary, I trust.”
I could only eye him with disfavor. He looked muddy—from which I gathered that the bull had given him some trouble—but entirely calm.
“I am surprised that you dare to ask that,” I said coldly.
He only smiled again.
“Why not?” he said. “I assure you that my interest in her is extreme. In fact,” he added with a change of tone, “if I ever lay my hands on that redheaded brat again, I’ll teach her a few thi...ngs. I’ll teach her to throw chairs on me,” he went on with increasing bitterness. “And other furniture. Would you believe that in the past few weeks she has dumped practically everything portable in that house on me at night, including a pair of brass book ends? They were heads of George Washington, at that. Where’s her patriotism? Where’s her humanity? Where’s—Oh, what’s the use? Where is she?”
Tish came to the front door at that moment, and I saw at once that she looked weary, as though she had not slept, but at the sight of the Bellamy man she was her old self again.MoreLess
I could only eye him with disfavor. He looked muddy—from which I gathered that the bull had given him some trouble—but entirely calm.
“I am surprised that you dare to ask that,” I said coldly.
He only smiled again.
“Why not?” he said. “I assure you that my interest in her is extreme. In fact,” he added with a change of tone, “if I ever lay my hands on that redheaded brat again, I’ll teach her a few thi...ngs. I’ll teach her to throw chairs on me,” he went on with increasing bitterness. “And other furniture. Would you believe that in the past few weeks she has dumped practically everything portable in that house on me at night, including a pair of brass book ends? They were heads of George Washington, at that. Where’s her patriotism? Where’s her humanity? Where’s—Oh, what’s the use? Where is she?”
Tish came to the front door at that moment, and I saw at once that she looked weary, as though she had not slept, but at the sight of the Bellamy man she was her old self again.MoreLess
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