Chit-Chat; Nirvana; The Searchlight. Mathew Joseph Holt

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СКАЧАТЬ old folks. Their grown daughter, who attended school, sat by the table worrying over her lessons in compound interest, the practical application of which in after years would be as needful as a mariner's compass to steer her father's log canoe, tied to the root of a sycamore. I went over and helped her a bit and she became quite cordial in manner.

      "When I handed back her slate, I wrote upon it: 'By moonlight, when all is still, I will play Romeo under your window.' I saw that she read it when, with a half-blush, half-smile, she applied the rag with vigor to her slate. I knew she understood. All the girls in this broad land, though they may not know the sum of seven times eight, are familiar with the story of Romeo and Juliet and the balcony scene in ancient Verona.

      "Coleman Reid was with me. You know he is always butting in when there is a girl around. He came over and began drawing cartoons on the slate and, satisfied with prospective arrangements, I gave him my seat, taking his by the fire.

      "In a short while the girl and her sister went to their room on the right end of the house and Reid and I to ours on the left.

      "Reid wore his hair long and roached back; mine I have always worn short. We undressed and went to bed, both pretending to be sleepy.

      "After an hour I got up, dressed, and started out, when my friend, who had been playing possum all the time, said: 'Where are you going?'

      "'I'm not sleepy; I think I will take a little walk.'

      "'Don't you want your hat?'

      "'No.'

      "And so I walked around to the north end of the house, where our host's daughter sat at the open window.

      "I said something about it being a pleasant night, to which she replied:

      "'Ayr you the long-haired or the short-haired one?'

      "'The short-haired one.'

      "'Bend over so I can feel and see.'

      "So I bent over, happy to have my clipped locks caressed by her capable hands, when she gave me a crack with a rolling pin or some other delicate instrument. And, without a word, half staggering, I walked out from the shadow of the house into the moonlight and sat down on the stile blocks until I could distinguish the real from the artificial stars. Then I went in and to bed.

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