Life — April 2, 1898 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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“LIFE: bery with a—a kodak. I've heard of such alwaysescaped. At last it flew away, but [ still things.” kept on looking for it. Her face was sv very “Oh, no; there's nobody there. You don't near mine. {had to stoop over her consideratly want to take your hand away, you know.” but how can I when you're squeezing umph M. evil whe “Isn't that an awful word! She made a little, distracting hoop of her mouth. I began to feel strange, * Don't say Her eyes o circles. Why not?" * Because—T'll tell you later on.” “O-h!" Suddenly—" Isn't this a pretty rose!” * Thave seen a prettier.” “Oh!” With a delicate drawing in of a lower roseleat lip. “ Tmean I do see a prettier.” sure that isn’t true.” Ww me to tell an untruth!" She pulled out the tiniest, most delightful wateb. “I've known you just eleven minutes. “ And seconds!" I “Sixteen, about. But you shall have the benefit of the doubt: Tl suy twenty, And you are surprised because you haven't told mean untruth during that time. Oh, Mr. Percival!” You have caught me ite the act,” [ said, quite triumphantly, “unless you wish to withdraw your statement.” * [never withdraw anything “ [shall bind you down to that.” “Allright. Really, I don’t see any rose besides this on {have the advantage over you, Of course, now, if I were a oking-glass “Ob, that ix what you mean, No! Stand just where you are, and don't move uotil we ar the luncheon gong.” It had been a very little movement, but L obeyed “But Ida “dat” randed, determined to bave my due. “Of course. We're cousins, aren't wet Cousins always call each other by their Christian names. “Are you quite sure!" * Certain,” Lanswered, recklessly, “I shouldn't say so if T wernt You'll call me by mine, won't you, Idat” “Perhaps. If lean pronounce it. If itisn’ta word like psycho! You're not to say that."” “Tean't think why.” “ My name isn’t hard to pronounce. It’s just Philip.” “I dare say [can manage that. P—h—i—l, phi Pp. ip; add them up, Philip, What funny musical initials you've got, haven't you? v. P.—planissimo, very soft. You're not very soft, are you—Philip! Gn! do you know what you're doing!” anding here, talking to you. “You know very well. Do you know what you're holding? ” ~Tcouldn't help it, It seemed to come quite naturally.” That's not any answer.” “No. But it's such a sweet little hand, and—you’re not angry, Ida, are yout “Of course Iam. Suppose someone should be hidden in the shrub- “Ido ital up?” “You said just now that you never withdrew the sweetest lipslin the world. half-parted, \ juile anything.” That was the moment of my tri- little imps of mischief were darting about iy: ber about an hideous, in your hair. There was broken by the faint clan eluding m; locate. fingering “Hurry up! mother hates me to be la in lower tones, This was “Ye because she was looking straight can make a monosyllable, to look for the insect. Il glanced down, and] suddenly the l:shes lifted. She tilted[uer head back. T looked poo eyes. “Well, this is the exception, stupid! * Philip,” she said, I looked her straight in the face. quite pol into mine. It's wonderful how expressive you “WI you tell me, please, whylyou dln't was distracted, Wriggling want me to say psychological?” nig the silky threads of gold, L saw a ible black spider, which had — met ntly fallen from the tree overhead. TL ertex I couldn't help it, Who could have bhi Iwas unlucky enough to miss the last in “there's ahorrid beetle from Mayburn Ubat evening, Another sap. Don't move your head.” deep silence, which pointment!—St. Paul's became if of the luncheon “Do you know what you sare: aske man who was growing Ured of bluster “1 don't believe there's: threats. anything in my hair at all, except your fingers. “What am 1 IC was curious how skillful that insect wasin had been jumping up und down, calling i asp. and how diMeult it was to and yelling until he was black in the face. little shining curls, Tthought (had seen it, but somehow tt demanded. the man “You are nothing but a human yellow j pal,” was the retort.—Chicayo Post IT WAS A GOOD DIN SER, BUT THOSE LITTLE BLACK DITCHES ACROSS THE AVENUE MADE IT HARD WORK GETTING HOME,