Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
“I had no idea you could be so eloquent,” said the doctor to the count,
“though I was prepared for a telling speech the moment you opened your
mouth.” Susie was profuse in her demonstrations of admiration, but Clara
was silent.
During the drive home, the doctor took from his pocket a copy of the
Oakdale daily and read: “Dr. Forest presents his regards to his patients
of Oakdale and vicinity, and hereby announces that he will suspend his
medical practice from the first of May, 18—, until the completion of the
Social Palace, when he will take charge of the medical service of that
institution.”
“I fully expected that,” said Clara. “I knew papa would have a large
hand in that workmen’s palace; but what place are you to take, papa?
Just before the Chinaman appeared in the programme, I was counting on
your volunteering to take the office of _cordon bleu_.”
“Which I would do, willingly,” said the doctor, “if I could be most
useful there.”
“By the way, let us stop at the hotel as we are passing, and see what
_Too Soon_ is doing. That’s the name of our celestial brother,” said the
count.
In a small room in the upper part of the hotel, they found Too Soon
seated on the floor, busily sewing. As they entered, he rose and pressed
the count’s hand to his forehead, and then showed what he knew of
western etiquette, by bowing very low to the rest. It was very difficult
to talk to him, but by dint of pantomime and a few English words, they
found that Too Soon had sewed all night, and had nearly finished his
wardrobe, consisting of baggy, thick, linen trowsers and two nondescript
jackets. The count tried to convey to him an idea of the function he was
to fill over the river, but without success. However, after lunching
with Clara and Susie, he returned for Too Soon, took him in his
carriage, and drove to a hardware and crockery store, and then to a
dry-goods establishment, where he made all the purchases for the new
_cuisine_. The moment Too Soon saw the table-cloths, he showed by
pantomime that he wished to hem them. He understood, evidently, that the
count was going to establish a restaurant somewhere over the river; but
he was as devoted as a slave, and ready to do whatever was required of
him.
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