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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

King, so don't you
worry. But, I say, if necessary, I can telephone up to the house and
have a dress suit sent down. It won't take fifteen minutes, Lou--er--
Mrs. Blithers always has 'em laid out for me, in case of an
emergency, and--"
"Pray do not think of it," she cried. "The men change, of course,
after they've been playing tennis, but we--we--well, you see, you
haven't been playing," she concluded, quite breathlessly.
At that instant the sprightly Feltons dashed pell mell down the steps
and across the lawn homeward, shrieking something unintelligible to
Mrs. King as they passed.
"Rather skittish," observed Mr. Blithers, glaring after them
disapprovingly.
"They are dears," said Mrs. King.
"The--er--Prince attracted by either one of 'em?" he queried.
"He barely knows them, Mr. Blithers."
"I see. Shouldn't think they'd appeal to him. Rather light, I should
say--I mean up here," and he tapped his forehead so that she wouldn't
think that he referred to pounds and ounces. "I don't believe Maud
knows 'em, as the little one said.


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