There is something wonderfully quieting and soothing
about a trunk lighting on one's head from a great height. Don't worry
about your boxes. I have a feeling it will be perfectly safe to call
for them with a wagon to-morrow."
"I don't know what I should do without you," she said.
That evening at supper, Barnes and Mr. Rushcroft, to say nothing of
three or four "transients," had great cause for complaint about the
service. Miss Tilly was wholly pre-occupied. She was memorising her
"part." Instead of asking Mr. Rushcroft whether he would have bean
soup or noodles, she wanted to know whether she should speak the line
this way or that. She had a faraway, strained look in her eyes, and
she mumbled so incessantly that one of the guests got up and went out
to see Mr. Jones about it. Being assured that she was just a plain
damn' fool and not crazy, he returned and said a great many unpleasant
things in the presence of Miss Tilly, who fortunately did not hear
them.
"You've spoiled a very good waitress, Rushcroft," said Barnes.
"And a very good appetite as well," growled the Star.
Late in the night, Barnes, sitting at his window dreaming dreams, saw
two big touring cars whiz past the tavern.
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