She
done the right thing. An' so did my Rosalie--I mean Lady Rosalie. She
made Elsie keep some of the money. Mr. Barnes is goin' to England next
week to help settle the matter for Lady Rosalie. He says she's got
nearly a million dollars tied up some'eres. It's easy sailin', though,
'cause Mrs. Banks says so. Did you hear what Rosalie said when she got
convinced about bein' an English lady?"
"No; what did she say?"
"She jest stuck up that derned little nose o' hern an' said: 'I am an
American as long as I live.'"
"Hooray!" shouted Alf Reesling, throwing Isaac Porter's new hat into the
air. The crowd joined in the cheering.
"Did I ever tell you how I knowed all along that it was a man who left
Rosalie on the porch?" asked Anderson.
"Why, you allus told me it was a woman," said Alf. "You accused me of
bein' her."
"Shucks! Woman nothin'! I knowed it was a man. Here's somethin' you
don't know, Alf. I sized up the foot-prints on my front steps jest after
she--I mean he--dropped the basket. The toes turned outward, plain as
day, right there in the snow." He paused to let the statement settle in
their puzzled brains. "Don't you know that one hunderd percent of the
women turn their toes in when they go upstairs? To keep from hookin'
into their skirts? Thunder, you oughter of thought of that, too!"
Some one had posted Anderson on this peculiarly feminine trait, and he
was making the best of it.
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