SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED
The whimsical comfort of the thought pleased me. I did not want any one to be alone on such a night.
But Alrick's tilted chair came crashing down on the floor with a resounding whack. His eyes were blazing.
"She ain't with him!" he cried. "She ain't, she ain't, she A-I-N-'T! I won't have it. Why, it's the middle of the night!"
And in that electric instant I saw the Pretty Lady's face set rigidly, all except her mouth, which twisted in my direction.
"I'll wager she is with him," she whispered under her breath. "She always did tag him wherever he went!"
Then I felt the toe of my slipper meet the recumbent elbow of the Partridge Hunter. Had I reached out to him? Or had he reached back to me? There was no time to find out, for the smooth, round conversation shattered prickingly in the hand like a blown-glass bauble, and with much nervous laughter and far-fetched joke-making, we rose, rummaged round for our candles, and climbed upstairs to bed.
Alrik's Old Mother burrowed into a corner under the eaves.
The Pretty Lady had her usual room, and mine was next to hers. For a lingering moment I dallied
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