--A Dream of Peaches--Please Pass the
Cream.]
Me under the covers, gnawing holes in the pillow to keep from
swearing.
"Oh, dear me!" she sighed, "I'm afraid I'm just a bit sorry to
leave this sweet little apartment. We've been so happy here,
haven't we?"
I grabbed the ball and broke through the center for 10 yards.
"Sorry," I echoed, tearfully; "why, it's breaking my heart to leave
this cozy little collar box of a home and go into a great large
country house full of--of--of rooms, and--er--and windows,
and--er--and--er--piazzas, and--and--and cows and things like that."
"Of course we wouldn't have to keep the cow in the house," she
said, thoughtfully.
"Oh, no," I said, "that's the point. There would be a barn, and
you haven't any idea how dangerous barns are. They are the curse
of country life, barns are."
"Well, then, John, why did you buy the cow?" she inquired, and I
went up and punched a hole in the plaster.
Why did I buy the cow? Was there a cow? Had Bunch ever mentioned
a cow to me? Come to think of it he hadn't and there I was cooking
trouble over a slow fire.
When I came to she was saying quietly, "Besides, I think I'd rather
have a milkman than a cow. Milkmen swear a lot and cheat sometimes
but as a rule they are more trustworthy than cows, and they very
seldom chase anybody. Couldn't you turn the barn into a gymnasium
or something?"
"Dearie," I said, trying my level best to get a mist over my lamps
so as to give her the teardrop gaze, "something keeps whispering to
me, 'Sidestep that cave in the wilderness!' Something keeps
telling me that a month on the farm will put a crimp in our
happiness, and that the moment we move into a home in the tall
grass ill luck will get up and put the boots to our wedded bliss.
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