Paradise Garden: The Satirical Narrative of a Great ExperimentGibbs, George
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Paradise Garden: The Satirical Narrative of a Great Experiment
Gibbs, George
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Satire
"Yes, that's it--a day nursery--wonderful thing--a day nursery. Add
two of 'em. You must. You've got to plan; and if your organization
isn't big enough to handle it, you must get the right people to help
you."
He reached across the table, upsetting a teacup, and seized her hands
in both of his. "Oh, you will, Una, won't you?"
She withdrew her hands gently and looked at him, on her lips a queer
little crooked smile.
"What are you now? The philosopher, the enthusiast or the Caliph?
You're very insistent, aren't you? I think you must be the Caliph--or
the Grand Cham!"
"Then you agree?" he cried.
"I'll try," she said quietly.
Jerry gave a great gasp. "By Jove," he said with a boyish laugh. "I
can't tell you what a relief it is to get this off my mind. I know I
ought to be down here helping, but I--I can't just now. Uncle
Jack--that's Ballard Junior--says I've got a place in the world to
keep up and a lot of rubbish about--"
"That's very right and proper--of course," she said, gathering up her
gloves.
He noted the motion.
"Oh, don't go yet, Una. There are a lot of things I'd like to ask
you."
"I think I will have to go."
"But you'll let me see you and talk to you about things, won't you?"
"Of course, I'll have to make an accounting of your money--"
"Oh, yes--the check. You'll get it tomorrow."
"But, Jerry--"
"Your address, please," he insisted with a stern and business-like
air.
The moment was propitious. They would certainly see me when they got
up, so when their heads were bent together over the slip of paper the
waiter brought, I quietly rose and, braving detection, went out of the
door.
CHAPTER XIV
JERRY GOES INTO TRAINING
Outside the restaurant I changed my plans. I decided not to go to
Flynn's that afternoon, for I wanted Jerry to understand how little I
was in sympathy with his prize fight. And after the first day he no
longer insisted on my going with him. But he came to Ballard's
apartment and we had several talks in which, after one final and
fruitless effort to dissuade him from his fight, I gave up and we
talked of other things.
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