The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1901-12-14

flared in quality of French which
laid mine many miles in the shade and
in tone too low for the girl to hear.
Go way fun heah." | commanded in
my crudcst of niggcr talk and shook
my hand out of his grasp.
Then | sat over in one corner. playing
gooScbclry, while they conversed brisk
| ly in Swedish, Il language | don't I'M
dcrStamd. The role of gooScberry
| plcaScs me little. | am not good
! background and never was. If can't
| star | retire.
You bore me 20 death, you two l
exclaimed. i've got to amuse myself
some way or other. I'll make some
chocolatc."
"What did she say" Burrough asked
Of ia" Gijl, whose face had flushed ut
MY words. "I'vc forgotten all the Eng
lish ever Knew"
H. rover knew much.
"Nnth:2- worth rcpcating," she an
Swcrcd and renewed the conversation
in their native touguc-Swcdish. l am
sure l heard as | vanished kitchcnward
Jag alsckar dig" That means Il love
YOU"
While Ami was in the dining room 1
stole Il slab of chocolate from the table
drawer. | corralled the spirit lamp and
II large and juicy bowl of sugar. With
these | returned to my room, knocking
before | entered.
"Why did you knock?' demanded the
girl her head high in the air.
How could | turn the knob with my
hands full of everything under the sun,
| should like to know" | retorted.
Have the Kindness to remove few
articles from the corner of the mantel
so that l can place this spirit lamp
there, will you:'
She acccded to my request, talking
meanwhile over her shoulder to Bur
rough in Swedish and saying the good
ness only knew what about me.
But that is one beauty of not know
ing languages. You miss some of the
things people say about you.
| lighted the lamp, poured a little wa
ter into the granite pan, broke the
chocolate into bits, dumped the sugar
III anu HNl II 'NNI loplltu bll VIC
dark red couch, | watched it. The flame
lcapcd chccrily up, and the sugar bub-
blcd with Il chuckling noise as it set
tied with the chocolate into the water.
1t was great fun. 1t was almost like
keeping house again.
Frokcn put two steamer rugs on a
chair, Il pillow on the rugs, and, taking
"A seat at the piano, began to sing in a
little, thin voice she had had cultivated
in Switzerland. With her extreme
height and the combination of steamer
rug and pillow she was a curious look
ing object from the rear. Her head
was on level with the top of the in
strumcnt, and her arms reached down.
Time and again | had told her the rule
in regard to the position ut the piano
never to have your elbows above the
kcys-but she had listened incrcdulous-
ly. What did | know about rules, com
ing from America? SO | let her make
spectacle Of herself without a word.
The chocolate commenced to boil. l
got up to stir it. AS passed Burrough
he caught my hand.
"None of that" said l. "Have you
forgotten last winter, when | thought
you were dead in love with me, then
found out you had said all those Jag
alsckar digs to Cts, too, and aftcrward
to the little Russian with the unpro-
nounceable name and after that to the
goodness only knows who? If you
have, ! haven't"
Il don't understand" he complained.
"Iv" forgotten every word of English |
ever knew"
You don't want to understand. You
are a gay dVc"iIcr. an artful dodgcr, a
cheerful liar. lust let go my hand, and
when l have finished stirring the choco-
late I'll play awhile and give you an
opportunity to hold Frokcn's."
| kept my promise. The chocolate
Sinlmcring below the rim of the pan, |
showed Off the steamer rugs and pillow
and. seating myself, played. l prac-
ticcd nearly everything | knew.
Through an opposite mirror that they