Tell me, is she nice?"
"She's lovely."
This vehement declaration brought a sudden gleam of interest into
the questioner's eyes.
"They say she has the most wonderful gowns and jewels, and dresses
for dinner every night. Well"--Paloma tossed her head--"I'm going
to have some nice clothes, too. You wait!"
"Now don't you start riggin' yourself up for meals," Blaze said,
warningly. "First thing I know you'll have me in a full-dress
suit, spillin' soup on my shirt." Then to his guest he complained,
feelingly: "I don't know what's come over Paloma lately; this new
dressmaker has plumb stampeded her. Somebody'd ought to run that
feline out of town before she ruins me."
"She is a very nice woman," complacently declared the daughter;
but her father snorted loudly.
"I wouldn't associate with such a critter."
"My! But you're proud."
"It ain't that," Blaze defended himself. "I know her husband, and
he's a bad hombre. He backed me up against a waterin'-trough and
told my fortune yesterday. He said I'd be married twice and have
many children. He told me I was fond of music and a skilled
performer on the organ, but melancholy and subject to catarrh,
Bright's disease, and ailments of the legs.
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