“This morning, on the eight-something. Went to a house in the village
that George Robey wrote me about and found a room, and then started out
for a stroll and broke in on your innocent amusement. So far I’ve found
the old place quite interesting!” And Mr. Detweiler chuckled.
drily
“No, I suspected that it was something rather extra,” replied the other
drily. “Think that he will–What’s his name, by the way?”
“I guess it was the trolley car. Only it seemed to come from over that
way, and that fellow said the trolley line was over there.”
four rather sad-looking rings of pastry appeared
“They wouldn’t be half bad, would they? Have some?” Clint nodded and
four rather sad-looking rings of pastry appeared. It was still only a
quarter past seven and, since they could not continue their journey
before nine-forty-six, they consumed the crullers and their second cups
of coffee more leisurely. The little restaurant began to get pretty
smoky, and the combined odours of a dozen breakfasts, now that they had
completed their own repasts, failed to delight them. But they stayed on,
hating the thought of the walk to the station, quite satisfied to remain
there without moving in the warmth and cheerful bustle. If they could
have laid their heads against the wall and gone to sleep they’d have
asked nothing more. Amy nodded drowsily once or twice and Clint stared
out the sunny window with the somnolent gaze of a well-fed cat. It was,
he reflected, a very beautiful world. And then their pleasant day-dreams
were disturbed by the sudden and rather boisterous entry of a big,
broad-shouldered man who seemed to take entire possession of the
restaurant and quite dwarf its size.
“Well, I’ll put you down in Wharton before the trolley gets there.
That’s where I’m going. Jump in.”
deny it
“You was! It pleased you to see Robbins miss the tackle, and you needn’t
deny it. I’m surprised at you, Clint! Surprised and pained. You should
feel sorry for the poor dub, don’t you know that?”
“Mr. Fernald? This is Thayer, sir. We’re awfully sorry, sir, but we got
lost last night and had to sleep in a hut near here and we’ve only just
got here a little while ago. We are coming right back, sir.”
Five minutes later they stopped. That is, Clint stopped and Amy ran into
him with a grunt.
“Anything would taste good,” agreed Clint longingly.
