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The Novels and Stories of Frank R. Stockton (v. 2); The Squirrel Inn. the Merry Chanter
The Novels and Stories of Frank R Stockton The Squirrel Inn the Merry Chanter - v. 2 Author:Frank Richard Stockton Volume: v. 2 General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1899 Original Publisher: C. Scribner's sons Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.... more »com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAFTER XVIII SWEET PEAS Walter Lodloe was now as much flushed with the fever of love-making as Lanigan Beam had been flushed with the fever of money-making; but he did not have the other man's luck. Mrs. Cristie gave him few opportunities of making her know him as he wished her to know him. He had sense enough to see that this was intentional, and that if he made any efforts to improve his opportunities he might drive her away. As he sat at his tower window, his fingers in his hair, and his mind trying to formulate the prudent but bold thing he ought to do, a voice came up from below. It was that of Ida Mayberry. " Mr. Lodloe ! Mr. Lodloe !" she cried; and when he had put his head out of the window she called to him: " Don't you want to come down and help us teach Mr. Tippengray to play tennis? He has taught us so much that we are going to teach him something." " Who are going to teach? " asked Lodloe. "Mrs. Cristie and I," said Ida. " Will you come? " Instantly consenting, Lodloe drew in his head, his love fever rising. The Greek scholar was one of the worst tennis- players in the world. He knew nothing of the game, and did not appear capable of learning it. And yet, when Lanigan Beam appeared, having just arrived on horseback from Bomney, Mrs. Cristie would not allow the Greek scholar to give up his place to the younger man. She insisted on his finishing the game, and when it was over she declared the morning too warm to play any more. As she and Lodloe stood together for a moment, their rackets still in their hands, Mrs. Cristie smiled, ...« less