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The Hills of Desire
The Hills of Desire
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"Well, I was wan. The two Maddens was two. Eddie Carey was three. Jim Powers was four. And—and—But there was five of us, an' I know it. Wait. I'll count fresh.
"I was wan. The two Maddens was two. Eddie Carey was three. Jim Powers was four——"
"Shtop it, Casey! I say, Shtop it! I'll be as crazy as you next. Altogether, I say, altogether how many of you was on the picnic? All-together!"
"Five, I repeat. On me honor as a bricklayer! Five, I will have it. But I cannot, for the life of me, recollect the fifth. I'll count again——
"I was wan. The two Maddens was two——"
Augusta opened the door to announce tearfully:
"Mister Jimmie, the boarders are saying that they can't stand it!"
"To arms!" cried Jimmie Wardwell, leaping up from the table and typewriter where he had been laboriously pounding out Casey's count of the picnic, "to arms to repel boarders!"
And he caught the wholly unready and dignified Augusta full in his arms and kissed her fairly.
Now Augusta is somewhat incredible. I suppose I can hardly make you understand her—as much of her, I mean, as I could ever understand. But, having a whole book before me in which to deal with her, I am going to try to explain to you the things about her which may be explained.
"Well, I was wan. The two Maddens was two. Eddie Carey was three. Jim Powers was four. And—and—But there was five of us, an' I know it. Wait. I'll count fresh.
"I was wan. The two Maddens was two. Eddie Carey was three. Jim Powers was four——"
"Shtop it, Casey! I say, Shtop it! I'll be as crazy as you next. Altogether, I say, altogether how many of you was on the picnic? All-together!"
"Five, I repeat. On me honor as a bricklayer! Five, I will have it. But I cannot, for the life of me, recollect the fifth. I'll count again——
"I was wan. The two Maddens was two——"
Augusta opened the door to announce tearfully:
"Mister Jimmie, the boarders are saying that they can't stand it!"
"To arms!" cried Jimmie Wardwell, leaping up from the table and typewriter where he had been laboriously pounding out Casey's count of the picnic, "to arms to repel boarders!"
And he caught the wholly unready and dignified Augusta full in his arms and kissed her fairly.
Now Augusta is somewhat incredible. I suppose I can hardly make you understand her—as much of her, I mean, as I could ever understand. But, having a whole book before me in which to deal with her, I am going to try to explain to you the things about her which may be explained.
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