don’t know what, or who, got him to ‘going social.‘” And Nancy, giggling, said:—
“I put up a dollar, with Lucy’s dollar-fifty that it’s a woman.”
“Oh, I don’t know, now,” said Nina. “A man isn’t always trotting around on a woman’s apron strings,” and, as it was growing dark, Nina and Virginia got up to go.
Passing down Gadsby’s front walk, a soft night wind brought back to that porch:—
“Now, Virginia, quit this! You will stay on solid ground!”
“Aw, Ma! Harold says”
But a big bus, roaring by, cut it short.
****
Just a month from this, His Honor, sitting on his porch with his “Morning Post” ran across a short bit, just two rows of print, which had him calling “Hi!” which Lady Gadsby took as a signal for a quick trip to that porch.
“All right, Your Honor! On duty! What’s up?”
Gadsby, folding his “Post” into a narrow column, and handing it to that waiting lady, said nothing. As that good woman saw that paragraph, Gadsby saw first a gasp, following that, a grin, and finally:—
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