'You're very quiet, Claire,' said Polly.
'I'm thinking.'
'A very good thing, too, so they tell me. I've never tried it
myself. Algie, darling, he was a bad boy to leave his nice home,
wasn't he? He didn't deserve to have his hand held.'
8
It had been a great night for Nutty Boyd. If the vision of his
sister Elizabeth, at home at the farm speculating sadly on the
whereabouts of her wandering boy, ever came before his mental eye
he certainly did not allow it to interfere with his appreciation
of the festivities. At Frolics in the Air, whither they moved
after draining Reigelheimer's of what joys it had to offer, and at
Peale's, where they went after wearying of Frolics in the Air, he
was in the highest spirits. It was only occasionally that the
recollection came to vex him that this could not last, that--since
his Uncle Ira had played him false--he must return anon to the
place whence he had come.
Why, in a city of all-night restaurants, these parties ever break
up one cannot say, but a merciful Providence sees to it that they
do, and just as Lord Dawlish was contemplating an eternity of the
company of Nutty and his two companions, the end came. Miss
Leonard said that she was tired. Her friend said that it was a
shame to go home at dusk like this, but, if the party was going to
be broken up, she supposed there was nothing else for it.
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