"
"But do you?"
"Yes, unfortunately--"
"Why unfortun--?"
Buzz-buzz-swizzleum-bux-bux!--Aunt had cut us off. However,
short as my little talk with Freddy had been, it brightened my
whole day.
Late the same afternoon, I went back to Doctor Jones. I was
prepared to find him uplifted, but I hadn't counted on his being
maudlin. The fellow was drunk, positively drunk--with happiness.
His tongue ran on like a mill-stream. I had to sit down and have
the whole Pullman-car episode inflicted on me a second time. I
was shown the receipt-slip. I was shown the telegram from Eleanor.
I was shown with a whoop the forget-me-nots! Then he was going on
Saturday? I asked. He said he guessed it would take an earthquake
to keep him away, and a pretty big earthquake, too! . . . Oh, it
was a great moment, and all the greater because I was tremendously
worked up, too. I saw Freddy floating before me, my sweet, girlish,
darling Freddy, holding out her arms while Jones gassed and gassed
and gassed.
I left him taking phenacetin for his headache.
III
The house-party had grown a little larger than was originally
intended.
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