And don't come near here again until seven o'clock."
"Very well," I said faintly.
"And then come without fail," he said.
"Yes, Mr. Beecher," I replied. How commanding he was!
Strong but tender!
"And if anyone comes around making a noise, before that,
you shoot them for me, will you?"
"_Shoot_ them?"
"Drive them off, or use a Bean-shooter. Anything. But don't
yell at them. It distracts me."
It was a Sacred trust. I, and only I, stood between him and
his _magnum opum_. I sat down on the steps of our bath-house,
and took up my vigel.
It was about five o'clock when I heard Jane approaching. I
knew it was Jane, because she always wears tight shoes, and
limps when unobserved. Although having the reputation of the
smallest foot of any girl in our set in the city, I prefer
Comfort and Ease, unhampered by heals--French or otherwise. No
man will ever marry a girl because she wears a small shoe, and
catches her heals in holes in the Boardwalk, and has to soak her
feet at night before she can sleep. However----
Jane came on, and found me croutched on the doorstep, in a
lowly attatude, and holding my finger to my lips.
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