"Besides, there goes the curtain."
And if it hadn't been for interruptions like that we might have had a
perfectly good time. We generally do when we're let alone. To sort of
string the fun out I suggests goin' somewhere for tea. And it was
while we're swappin' josh over the toasted crumpets and marmalade that
we discovers a familiar-lookin' couple on the dancin' surface.
"Why, there's Doris!" says Vee.
"And the happy hubby!" I adds. "Hey, Westy! Come nourish yourself."
Maybe you remember that pair? Sappy Westlake, anyway. He's the noble,
fair-haired youth that for a long time Auntie had all picked out as the
chosen one for Vee, and he hung around constant until one lucky day Vee
had this Doris Ull come for a visit.
Kind of a pouty, peevish queen, Doris was, you know. Spoiled at home,
and the job finished at one of these flossy girls' boardin'-schools
where they get a full course in court etiquette and learn to call the
hired girl Smith quite haughty.
But she looked good to Westy, and, what with the help Vee and I gave
'em, they made a match of it. Months ago that must 'a' been, nearly a
year. So I signals a fray-juggler to pull up more chairs, and we has
quite a reunion.
Seems they'd been on a long honeymoon trip: done the whole Pacific
coast, stopped off a while at Banff, and worked hack home through
Quebec and the White Mountains.
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