Desk and Debit; or, The Catastrophes of a ClerkOptic, Oliver
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Desk and Debit; or, The Catastrophes of a Clerk
Optic, Oliver
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Fraud -- Juvenile fiction; Sailing -- Juvenile fiction
"You said she was singing; but I always suppose something is the matter
when ladies utter exclamations in just that way."
"You are saucy and impudent."
"Very likely it is impudent for me to see and hear what I ought not to
see and hear."
"But haven't you any gumption?"
"Just now you accused me of having too much gumption. Somehow I don't
think this is half so pleasant a party on the lake as you represented
that it would be."
"Will you hear me?"
"Certainly I will; go on."
"I told you I was engaged to Miss Collingsby. One does not like to talk
about these things, I know--but--"
"Then the less said the better," I interposed, laughing.
"You said you would hear me."
"I will; go on."
"I want you to understand, in the first place, that I am engaged to
Miss Collingsby," he continued, with a pause, to note the effect upon
me.
"You have said that three times; but I don't believe I shall be able to
understand it if you say it three times more."
"Do you doubt my word?"
"I only say that my understanding is defective on that point."
"I think I ought to know."
"So ought Miss Collingsby; but she don't. I'm afraid she is as stupid
as I am."
"Do you mean to say that she has denied it?"
"Not exactly. I don't know that I ever had anything to do with parties
that were engaged; but I don't believe the lady screams, or utters
exclamations, if you please, and then rushes into the cabin to get out
of the way of the gentleman to whom she is engaged. As I said, I don't
understand these things; but I don't believe that's the way they are
done."
"You are a blockhead, Phil."
"I know it. My head is so hard you can't get any of that sort of
nonsense into it."
"I see that you are disposed to quarrel with me."
"Not at all, Mr. Waterford," I protested. "If you consider this cruise
a failure, I am willing to go on board of the yacht and return to
Chicago."
"Do you know who owns that yacht?" said he, sternly.
"Of course I do. I wish _I_ did, but I don't."
"I judged from your talk that you thought she belonged to you."
"That happiness is not mine. I wish it was. But her gentlemanly owner
was kind enough to invite me to sail with him; and I don't intend to
deprive him of the pleasure of my company until we return to Chicago. I
think it would be mean to do so."
"I wish to remind you that I claim the right to choose my own company."
"To be sure; and you exercised it when you invited Miss Collingsby and
myself to sail with you."
"But having changed my mind after your strange conduct, I may decline
your company any longer."
"It would be very proper to decline it after we return to the city."
"I may find it necessary to refuse to take you on board again."
"You would not leave me in this desolate place?"
"If you don't behave yourself, I may."
"If you do, I shall protest."
"Protest!" sneered he.
"Perhaps I might even protest with the boat-hook," I added; "for such a
step on your part would be an outrage."
"You are smart for a boy."
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