bes of paint at the drug store. Once, when my uncle left me at the store, you drew a lot of little birds and flowers for me on a [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] piece of wrapping-paper. I kept them for a [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] long while. I thought you were very romantic because you could draw and had such black eyes.”
Carl smiled. “Yes, I remember that time. Your uncle bought you some kind of a mechanical toy, a Turkish lady [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] sitting on an ottoman and smoking a hookah, wasn’t it? And she turned her [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] head backwards and forwards.”
“Oh, yes! Wasn’t she splendid! I knew well enough I ought not to tell Uncle Joe I wanted it, for he had just come back from the saloon and was feeling good. You remember how he laughed? She tickled him, too. But when we got home, my aunt scolded him for buying toys when she needed so many things. We wound our lady up every night, and when she began to move her head my aunt used to laugh as hard as any of us. It was a music-box, you know, and the Turkish lady played a tune while she smoked. That was how she made you feel so jolly. As I remember her, she was lovely, and had a gold crescent on [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] her turban.”
Half an hour later, as they were leaving the house, Carl and Alexandra were met in the path by a strapping fellow in overalls and a blue shirt. He was breathing hard, as if he had been running, and was muttering to himself.
Marie ran forward, and, taking him by the arm, gave him a little push toward her guests. “Frank, this is Mr. Linstrum.”
Frank took off his broad straw hat and nodded to Alexandra. When he spoke to Carl, he showed a fine set of white teeth. He was burned a dull red down to his neckband, and there was a heavy three-days’ stubble on his face. Even in his agitation he was handsome, but he looked a rash [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] and violent man.
Barely saluting the callers, he turned at once to his wife and began, in an outraged tone, “I have to leave my [Ссылки могут видеть только зарегистрированные пользователи. ] team to drive the old woman Hiller’s hogs out-a my wheat. I go to take dat old woman to de court if she ain’t careful, I tell you!”
His wife spoke soothing
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