The Third Violet

Chapter 20

CHAPTER XXII.

When Florinda had gone, Grief said, "Well, what was it?" Wrinkles looked curiously from his drawing-board.

Pennoyer lit his pipe and held it at the side of his mouth in the manner of a deliberate man. At last he said, "It was two violets."

"You don"t say!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Wrinkles.

"Well, I"m hanged!" cried Grief. "Holding them in his hand and moping over them, eh?"

"Yes," responded Pennoyer. "Rather that way."

"Well, I"m hanged!" said both Grief and Wrinkles. They grinned in a pleased, urchin-like manner. "Say, who do you suppose she is? Somebody he met this summer, no doubt. Would you ever think old Billie would get into that sort of a thing? Well, I"ll be gol-durned!"

Ultimately Wrinkles said, "Well, it"s his own business." This was spoken in a tone of duty.

"Of course it"s his own business," retorted Grief. "But who would ever think----" Again they grinned.

When Hawker entered the den some minutes later he might have noticed something unusual in the general demeanour. "Say, Grief, will you loan me your---- What"s up?" he asked.

For answer they grinned at each other, and then grinned at him.

"You look like a lot of Chessy cats," he told them.

They grinned on.

Apparently feeling unable to deal with these phenomena, he went at last to the door. "Well, this is a fine exhibition," he said, standing with his hand on the k.n.o.b and regarding them. "Won election bets? Some good old auntie just died? Found something new to p.a.w.n? No? Well, I can"t stand this. You resemble those fish they discover at deep sea.

Good-bye!"

As he opened the door they cried out: "Hold on, Billie! Billie, look here! Say, who is she?"

"What?"

"Who is she?"

"Who is who?"

They laughed and nodded. "Why, you know. She. Don"t you understand?

She."

"You talk like a lot of crazy men," said Hawker. "I don"t know what you mean."

"Oh, you don"t, eh? You don"t? Oh, no! How about those violets you were moping over this morning? Eh, old man! Oh, no, you don"t know what we mean! Oh, no! How about those violets, eh? How about "em?"

Hawker, with flushed and wrathful face, looked at Pennoyer. "Penny----"

But Grief and Wrinkles roared an interruption. "Oh, ho, Mr. Hawker! so it"s true, is it? It"s true. You are a nice bird, you are. Well, you old rascal! Durn your picture!"

Hawker, menacing them once with his eyes, went away. They sat cackling.

At noon, when he met Wrinkles in the corridor, he said: "Hey, Wrinkles, come here for a minute, will you? Say, old man, I--I----"

"What?" said Wrinkles.

"Well, you know, I--I--of course, every man is likely to make an accursed idiot of himself once in a while, and I----"

"And you what?" asked Wrinkles.

"Well, we are a kind of a band of hoodlums, you know, and I"m just enough idiot to feel that I don"t care to hear--don"t care to hear--well, her name used, you know."

"Bless your heart," replied Wrinkles, "we haven"t used her name. We don"t know her name. How could we use it?"

"Well, I know," said Hawker. "But you understand what I mean, Wrinkles."

"Yes, I understand what you mean," said Wrinkles, with dignity. "I don"t suppose you are any worse of a stuff than common. Still, I didn"t know that we were such outlaws."

"Of course, I have overdone the thing," responded Hawker hastily.

"But--you ought to understand how I mean it, Wrinkles."

After Wrinkles had thought for a time, he said: "Well, I guess I do.

All right. That goes."

Upon entering the den, Wrinkles said, "You fellows have got to quit guying Billie, do you hear?"

"We?" cried Grief. "We"ve got to quit? What do you do?"

"Well, I quit too."

Pennoyer said: "Ah, ha! Billie has been jumping on you."

"No, he didn"t," maintained Wrinkles; "but he let me know it was--well, rather a--rather a--sacred subject." Wrinkles blushed when the others snickered.

In the afternoon, as Hawker was going slowly down the stairs, he was almost impaled upon the feather of a hat which, upon the head of a lithe and rather slight girl, charged up at him through the gloom.

"h.e.l.lo, Splutter!" he cried. "You are in a hurry."

"That you, Billie?" said the girl, peering, for the hallways of this old building remained always in a dungeonlike darkness.

"Yes, it is. Where are you going at such a headlong gait?"

"Up to see the boys. I"ve got a bottle of wine and some--some pickles, you know. I"m going to make them let me dine with them to-night. Coming back, Billie?"

"Why, no, I don"t expect to."

He moved then accidentally in front of the light that sifted through the dull, gray panes of a little window.

"Oh, cracky!" cried the girl; "how fine you are, Billie! Going to a coronation?"

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