Johnson shooed off down the street by Mrs. Johnson; saw the doctor's
car go chucking hurriedly in the garage and then my spirit turned itself
to the wall and refused to be comforted. I tried my best, but failed to
respond to my own remonstrances with myself, and tears were slowly
gathering in a cloud of gloom when a blue gingham, rompers-clad sunbeam
burst into the room.
"Git your night-gown and your toothbresh quick, Molly, if you want to
pack 'em in my trunk!" he exclaimed with his eyes dancing and a curl
standing straight up on the top of his head, as it has a habit of doing
when he is most excited. "You can't take nothing but them 'cause I'm
going to put in a rope to tie the whale with when I ketch him, and
it'll take up all the rest of the room. Git 'em quick!"
"Yes, lover, I'll get them for you, but tell Molly where it is you are
going to sail off with her in that trunk of yours?" I asked, dropping
into the game as I have always done with him, no matter what game of my
own pressed when he called.
"On the ocean where the boats go 'cross and run right over a whale.
Don't you remember you showed me them pictures of spout whales in a
book, Molly? Doc says they comes right up by the ship and you can hear
'em shoot water and maybe a iceberg, too.
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