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Burnett, Frances Hodgson, 1849-1924

"The Shuttle"

When I was a little chap I liked to hear
her. She wasn't much of an American. Wore a black net cap with purple
ribbons in it, and hadn't outlived her respect for aristocracy. Gee!"
chuckling, "if she'd heard what I said to you just now, I reckon she'd
have thrown a fit. Anyhow she made me feel I'd like to see the kind of
places she talked about. And I shall think myself in luck if you'll
let me have a look at yours--just a bike around the park, if you don't
object--or I'll leave the bike outside, if you'd rather."
"I don't object at all," said Mount Dunstan. "The fact is, I happened to
be on the point of asking you to come and have some lunch--when you got
on your bicycle."
Selden pushed his cap and cleared his throat.
"I wasn't expecting that," he said. "I'm pretty dusty," with a glance
at his clothes. "I need a wash and brush up--particularly if there are
ladies."
There were no ladies, and he could be made comfortable. This being
explained to him, he was obviously rejoiced. With unembarrassed
frankness, he expressed exultation. Such luck had not, at any time,
presented itself to him as a possibility in his holiday scheme.
"By gee," he ejaculated, as they walked under the broad oaks of the
avenue leading to the house.


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