While the of and of had been in progress in the drawing-room, in the on the top Jerry Mitchell, the of Mr. Pett, had been the time in with his already physique. If Mrs. Pett's guests had been less on their conversation, they might have the tap-tap-tap that that Jerry Mitchell was the upstairs.
It was not until he had it for five minutes that, from his labours, he that he had the of the company of little Ogden Ford. The boy was in the doorway, him with an eye.
"What are you doing?" Ogden.
Jerry passed a over his brow.
"Punchin' the bag."
He to remove his gloves, Ogden the while with a which he no attempt to conceal. An on the of in condition, the of the was a to him. Ogden, in of his on the days when Mrs. Pett entertained, had been on the stairs the drawing-room for the past hour, on the food-stuffs that passed his way. He a look, and there was about his mouth.
"Why?" he said, a of from his right with the of his tongue.
"To keep in condition."
"Why do you want to keep in condition?"
Jerry the into their locker.
"Fade!" he said wearily. "Fade!"
"Huh?"
"Beat it!"
"Huh?" Much to have the boy's mind.
"Run away."
"Don't want to away."
The pugilist sat and his visitor critically.
"You do anything you don't want to, I guess?"
"No," said Ogden simply. "You've got a nose," he added dispassionately. "What did you do to it to make it like that?"
Mr. Mitchell on his chair. He was not a man, but he was a little about that particular item in his make-up.
"Lizzie says it's the nose she saw. She says it's something out of a supplement."
A flush, such as five minutes with the had been unable to produce, appeared on Jerry Mitchell's countenance. It was not that he looked on Lizzie Murphy, herself no Lillian Russell, as an authority on the of beauty; but he was aware that in this she spoke not without reason, and he was vexed, moreover, as many another had been him, by the note of in Ogden's voice. His a little eagerly, and he looked at his junior.
"Get out!"
"Huh?"
"Get here!"
"Don't want to out of here," said Ogden with finality. He put his hand in his trouser-pocket and out a which looked as if it might once have been a cream-puff or a meringue. He it contentedly. "I'd I had that," he explained. "Mary gave it to me on the stairs. Mary thinks you've a nose, too," he proceeded, as one gossip.
"Can it! Can it!" the pugilist.
"I'm only telling you what I her say."
Mr. Mitchell rose and took a step his persecutor, through the organ. He was a man, a warm of the sex, but he was of a wish that it was in his power to give Mary what he would have as "hers." She was one of the parlour-maids, a woman with a hard eye, and it was part of his against her that his Maggie, Celestine, Mrs. Pett's maid, had an with her. He had no to go on, but he Mary of using her with Celestine to the of his leading for the latter's hand, Biggs the chauffeur. He Mary intensely, on grounds. Ogden's added fuel to his aversion. For a moment he with the of his by the boy, but himself at the of the which would ensue. He had been an of the house long to know, with a which would have embarrassed that gentleman, what a Mr. Pett was in the home and how little his would in the event of a with Mrs. Pett. And to give Ogden that physical which should long since have the main in the of his education would be to her as nothing else could. He himself, and out for the skipping-rope, to his mind by exercise.
Ogden, the of the cream-puff, him with curiosity.
"What are you doing that for?"
Mr. Mitchell on.
"What are you doing that for? I only girls skipped."
Mr. Mitchell paid no heed. Ogden, after a moment's contemplation, returned to his original train of thought.
"I saw an in a magazine the other day of a of machine for the shape of noses. You it on when you go to bed. You ought to to you to one."
Jerry Mitchell in a way.
"You want to look about the place, don't you? Well, then! there's no in going around looking like that if you don't have to, is there? I Mary talking about your nose to Biggs and Celestine. She said she had to laugh every time she saw it."
The skipping-rope in its sweep, in the skipper's legs, and sent him across the room. Ogden his and laughed merrily. He liked free entertainments, and this him as a particularly one.
There are moments in the life of every man when the him to his to the of the present. The man such impulses. Jerry Mitchell was not a weak man, but he had been tried. The of Ogden's presence and had his self-restraint, as water will wear away a rock. A while before, he had the urgent to this child, but now, love adding its to that of vanity, he the consequences. Bounding across the room, he Ogden in a powerful grip, and the next the latter's education, in the true of the word, so long postponed, had begun; and with it that of which, into the drawing-room, Mrs. Pett so and with such from the of her guests.
Disposing of the last of stairs with the of the which from to of the snow-topped Alps, Mrs. Pett with a of speed along the passage on the top floor, and into the just as Jerry's hand was for the time.
