"
Norah on her way out encountered another visitor and turned back to
announce him:
"Git on to what Bertie has drawed out here! The craziest, dirtiest
kid! Puts me in mind of a egg on a couple of toothpicks!"
Myrtella, peering over her shoulder, suddenly scrambled down the
steps.
"It's Chick!" she cried, beaming upon him. "How long you been here,
Chick?"
"And who's Chick?" asked Norah, instantly curious. "You seem to set a
great store by him! What ails the child? What's he pointin' at our
house for? Ain't he got a tongue in his head?"
"He has, though not so long as some folks. Chick! Bertie! Come in
here!" and without ceremony Myrtella swept them into the kitchen and
slammed the door in Norah's face.
Once within her stronghold, she first embraced Chick, then dragged him
forcibly to the sink, and subjected him to a vigorous scrubbing. Both
actions apparently bored him acutely, for he turned his soap-dimmed
eyes enviously upon the smaller boy who pranced about in transports of
joy.
"We'll skate on the pavement!" Bertie was crying excitedly. "You can
have one skate, and I'll have the other and we'll see who can beat.
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