About the middle of the afternoon it occurred to me to try
to find a key for the lock of the bath-house. I therfore left my
Studio and proceded to the house. I passed close by the fatal
building, but there was no sound from it.
I found a number of trunk-keys in a drawer in the library,
and was about to escape with them, when father came in. He gave
me a long look, and said:
"Bee still buzzing?"
I had hoped for some understanding from him, but my Spirits
fell at this speach.
"I am still working, father," I said, in a firm if nervous
tone. "I am not doing as good work as I would if things were
diferent, but--I am at least content, if not happy."
He stared at me, and then came over to me.
"Put out your tongue," he said.
Even against this crowning infamey I was silent.
"That's all right," he said. "Now see here, Chicken, get
into your riding togs and we'll order the horses. I don't intend
to let this play-acting upset your health."
But I refused. "Unless, of course, you insist," I finished.
He only shook his head, however, and left the room.
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