I really can't tell any difference myself.
It may be one, it may be the other. But whichever it is I think I
deserve to be stuffed. Hey, Barrows!" he called suddenly, balancing
himself on one cane and waving a summons with the other. "Come across!
New lunger is here, young, good-looking. I saw her first! Hands off!"
Barrows rushed up as rapidly as circumstances permitted, and looked
eagerly inside.
"It is my turn," he said reproachfully. "You are not playing fair. I
say we submit this to arbitration. You had first shot at Miss
Landbury, didn't you?"
"I am not a nigger baby at a county fair, three shots for ten cents,"
interrupted Nancy resentfully. But when the others laughed at her
ready sally, she joined in good-naturedly.
"You don't look like a lunger," said Barrows, eying her critically.
"Mr. Duke thinks I came out for the benefit of my disposition."
"Good idea." Nevius jerked a note-book from his pocket and made a
hurried notation.
"Taking notes for a sermon?" asked Carol.
"No, for a sickness. That's where I'll get 'em next. I hadn't
thought of the disposition. Thank you, thank you very much. I'll have
it to-morrow. Bugs in the disposition,--sounds medical, doesn't it?"
"Oh, don't, Mr.
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