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"_Yes!_" said Nelly.
CHAPTER XVII
HE IS BLOWN BY THE WHIRLWIND
"He was blown by the whirlwind and followed a wandering flame
through perilous seas to a happy shore."--_Quoth Francois._
On an April Monday evening, when a small moon passed shyly over
the city and the streets were filled with the sound of
hurdy-gurdies and the spring cries of dancing children, Mr.
Wrenn pranced down to the basement dining-room early, for Nelly
Croubel would be down there talking to Mrs. Arty, and he gaily
wanted to make plans for a picnic to occur the coming Sunday.
He had a shy unacknowledged hope that he might kiss Nelly after
such a picnic; he even had the notion that he might some
day--well, other fellows had been married; why not?
Miss Mary Proudfoot was mending a rent in the current
table-cloth with delicate swift motions of her silvery-skinned
hands. She informed him: "Mr. Duncan will be back from his
Southern trip in five days. We'll have to have a grand closing
progressive Five Hundred tournament.
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