She bent from her lofty perch until her cheek lay along his hair
"It’s a habit you have."
He rubbed his moustached lips along her bare arm and swung her again to his shoulder.
"Low bridge!"
She bent from her lofty perch until her cheek lay along his hair, and they passed into the kitchen, where he set her down with elaborate care.
"I guess that trestle isn’t through with me yet," he observed, a frown marking his forehead. "It’s dropped six inches in the last week." He picked up a pan of dirty water and started for the door. "You won’t be beaten," she told him confidently. "It’s sinking less every day. You’ve put in half the country now–there must be bottom somewhere." He disappeared without a word and tossed the water over the edge of the chasm. "Anyway," she protested, as he returned, "looking at it isn’t going to stiffen its backbone. If it is, you can do the pans and I’ll do the looking. See those hands!" She held them outspread before his face. "Aren’t you ashamed?"
He tried to look as she desired.
"They’re the dandiest little hands in the world to me. They’re your mother’s over again. You don’t need to care who sees them out here."
He saw the slight flush come to her cheeks, and his voice sobered.
"Adrian Conrad looks a pretty big fish where there’s nobody but bohunks."
"Adrian’s a ‘big fish’ anywhere," she flamed, "and you know it. Besides, there’s the Police. Counting you that makes four real nice people. We’ve often been where there are fewer. The daughter of James Torrance, the big railway contractor–"
<p><A href=”http://www.pumastoreonline.org/mens-puma-lazy-insect-c-21.html”>Puma Lazy insect</A></p>
Processing your request, Please wait....
