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  WhenheassumedmanlyairsshelaughedathimandwhenheinvitedhertoaccompanyhimtotheCattleShowatOstablesherefusedandsaidshewasgoingwithUncleZoeth。

  DanHigginswasnottheonlyyoungfellowwhofoundthestoreofHamiltonandCompanyanattractiveloungingplace。SomeoftheyounggentlemennotpermanentresidentsofSouthHarnissalsoappearedtoconsideritapleasantplacetovisitonSummerafternoons。Theycametobuy,ofcourse,buttheyremainedtochat。

  Mary-’Gustamighthavesailedorpicknickedagooddealandinthebestofcompany,sociallyspeaking,ifshehadcaredtodoso。Shedidnotsocare。

  “Theydon’twantme,UncleShad,“shesaid。“AndIdon’twanttogo。“

  “Coursetheywantyou,“declaredShadrach,stoutly。“Iftheydidn’twantyoutheywouldn’taskyou,’tain’tlikely。AndIheardthatyoungKeithfelleraskin’youtogooutsailin’withhimthisveryafternoon。“

  “Youdidn’thearhissisteraskme,didyou?There,there,UncleShad,don’tworryaboutme。I’mhavingagoodtime;averymuchbettertimethanifIwentsailingwiththeKeiths。“

  “What’sthematterwiththeKeiths?They’reasnicefolksascometoSouthHarniss。“

  “Ofcoursetheyare。“

  “Well,then!Andyou’reasgoodastheyare,ain’tyou?“

  “Ihopeso。UncleShad,whydon’tyouwearawhiteflannelsuitinhotweather?Mr。Keith,Sam’sfather,woreoneatthechurchgardenpartytheotherday。“

  TheCaptainstaredather。“Whydon’tIwear——what?“hestammered。

  “Awhiteflannelsuit。You’reasgoodasMr。Keith,aren’tyou?“

  “IguessIam。Idon’tknowwhyIain’t。Butwhatkindofaquestion’sthat?I’dlooklikeaplainfooltaggedoutinoneofthemthings:anyway,I’dfeellikeone。Idon’tbelonginawhiteflannelsuit。Iain’tnoimitationdude。“

  “AndIdon’tbelonginSamKeith’syacht。AtleastMr。KeithandEdnawouldfeelthatIdidn’t。Idon’twanttobeconsideredanimitation,either。“

  Shadrachshookhishead。“Youain’tlikeanybodyelse,“hesaid。

  “You’reafunnygirl,Mary-’Gusta。“

  “IsupposeIam;butI’mnotasfunnyasIshouldbeifItriedtoBEsomebodyelse。No,UncleShad,you’lljusthavetobearwithmeasIam,funninessandall。“

  AfewdaysafterthisKeith,senior,cameintothestore。HewasnotarrayedinthewhiteflannelsbutwaswearingarathershabbybutverycomfortabletweedjacketandtrousersandawhitecanvashatofthekindwhichHamiltonandCompanysoldforfiftycents。

  Hisshirtwasofthesoft-collaredvarietyandhisshoeswerewhatSouthHarnisscalled“sneakers。“

  JohnKeith’svisitstoCapeCodwereneitherveryfrequentnorlengthy。HiswifeandfamilycameinJuneandremaineduntillateSeptember,buthissojournswereseldomlongerthanaweekatatimeandtherewereintervalsofamonthormorebetweenthem。InChicagohewastheheadofalargebusinessandthatbusinessdemandedcloseattention。Whenheleftithelefthiscareswithitandenjoyedhimselfinhisownway。Thatwayincludedoldclothes,golf,aboat,andjustasfewteaandgardenpartiesashiswifewouldpermit。

  Hewasplanningafishingtripandhadstoppedatthestoretobuysometobacco。ThepartnershadgonehomefordinnerandMary-’Gustawastendingshop。AtthatmomentshewasbusywiththetravelingrepresentativeofMessrs。Bernstein,GoldbergandBaun,ofProvidence,wholesaledealersinstationery,cardsandnovelties。

  ThetimewasAugust,butMr。Kron,thedrummer,wasalreadybookingordersfortheChristmasseason。HissamplesweredisplayeduponthecounterandheandMary-’Gustaweredeepinconversation。

  “That’swhatyououghttohave,“declaredMr。Kron,withenthusiasm。

  “Believeme,there’sgoin’tobesomecallforthatlineofstuffthisyear。Thehousecan’tturn’emoutfastenough。“

  “Butwhatisit?“askedMary-’Gusta。“What’sitfor?“

  “It’sacombinationcalendarandbeauty-box,“explainedMr。Kron。

  “Hangitonthewallbyyourbureau——see?Inthemornin’youcan’trememberwhatdayitis。Allright,there’sthecalendar。Thenyouwanttodollyourselfupfor——well,forthepartyyou’regoin’to——“

  “Thesamemorning?“interruptedMary-’Gusta。

  Mr。Krongrinned。Hewasayoungmanandthiswashisfirsttripinthatsection。Hisclotheswereneithermodestnorretiringandhe,himself,didnotsufferfromthesefailings。Alsohepridedhimselfonhavingawaywiththeladies,especiallytheyoungerladies。AndMary-’Gustawasdistinctlythemostattractiveyoungpersonhehadmetonthistrip。

  Helaughedinappreciationofthejoke。

  “Say,“heobserved,admiringly,“you’reuptotheminute,ain’tyou!

  You’resomekidder,allright。Aretheremanymoreinthisburglikeyou?IfthereareI’mgoin’tomoveinandsettledown。

  What?“

  Mary-’Gustadidnotlaugh,nordidsheanswer。Instead,sheturnedtothegentlemanwhohadenteredthestore。

  “Goodmorning,Mr。Keith,“shesaid。“Wasthereanythingyouwanted?“

  Keithsmiled。“Nohurry,“hesaid。“I’vegotalittletimetokillandifyoudon’tmindI’llkillithere。I’llsitdownandwait,ifImay。Thatboatmanofminewillbealongprettysoon。“

  Hetookthechairbythedoor。Mr。Kroncontinuedhisexploitationofthecombinationcalendarandbeauty-box。

  “Youaregoin’toaparty,“hewenton,“eitherthatnightorthatafternoonorsometime。Sureyouare!Girlslikeyouain’thandedthego-byonmanypartiesinthisneckofthewoods——amIright?

  Well,then,whenthetimecomes,youpulldowntheflap。There’syourbeauty-box,lookin’-glass,powderpuffandpowder,allcomplete。Nowanoveltylikethatwillsell——“

  “Wecouldn’tuseit,“interruptedMary-’Gusta。“Showmesomethingelse。“

  Mr。Kron,disappointedbutfarfromdiscouraged,showedhersomethingelse——manysomethings。Concerningeachhewasenthusiastic,slangy,andfamiliar。Mary-’Gustapaidlittleattentiontoslangorenthusiasm;thefamiliaritysheignoredutterly。Sheselectedseveralofthenovelties,aratherextensivelineofChristmascards,andinthemattersofpriceandcashdiscountswaskeenandbusinesslike。Keithwatchedandlistened,atfirstwithamusement,thenwithgrowingadmirationforthegirl’ssimplicityandgoodsense。

  Mr。Kron’sadmirationwasoutspoken。

  “Say,“hesaid,asherepackedhissamples,“you’reamightycleverbuyer,doyouknowit?Thatlineofstuffyou’veorderedisthecream,that’swhatitis。Youmadeamistakeinnotlayin’inadozenortwoofthosecombinationbeauty-boxes,butthat’sallright。Here,haveoneforyourself。Takeitwithmycompliments。“

  Mary-’Gustadeclined。“No,thankyou,“shesaid。

  “Whynot?Itdon’tcomeoutofmypocket。Thefirmexpectsmetohandoutlittlekeepsakeslikethat。I’vebeenplantin’’emwiththegirlsallthewaydown。“

  “No,thankyou,“shereplied。

  Mr。Kron,havingfinishedhisbusinessasrepresentativeofMessrs。

  Bernstein,GoldbergandBaun,attemptedastrokeofhisown。

  “Say,“hesaid,“I’vegotalittlesparetimeonmyhandsthisevenin’;Ishan’tmakethenexttownuntiltomorrow。There’sanewmovietheaterjustopenedovertoOrham。Theytellmeit’salltothemustard。Icanhirearighereandyouandmemightdriveovertonightandtakeitin。Whatdoyousay,Kid?“

  “No,thankyou,“saidMary-’Gustaagain。

  “But——“

  “No,thankyou。Goodday。“

  Sheturnedawaytoentertheordershehadjustgiveninabookonthedesk。Mr。Krontriedagain,butshedidnotappeartohearhim。

  Hegrinned,observed“Oh,verywell!“and,withawinkatMr。Keith,wentout,asuitcaseineachhand。

  Keithrosefromthechairand,walkingovertothecounter,requestedtobesuppliedwiththetobaccohehadcometobuy。Mary-

  ’Gustagaveittohim。HercheekswereredandKeithwassurprisedtonoticethatshelookedalmostasifshewouldliketocry。Heguessedthereason。

  “Thatyoungmanwillgethimselfthoroughlykickedsomeday,“heobserved;“I’mnotsurethatIoughtn’ttohavedoneitmyselfjustnow。Heannoyedyou,I’mafraid。“

  Mary-’Gustaansweredwithoutlookingathim。

  “That’sallright,“shesaid。“I’mfoolish,Iguess。Hemeanttobenice,perhaps。Somegirlsmaylikethatsortofniceness;I

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