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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"

"Ain't this a big place!
Big's a hotel an' some to spare."
Even after the introductions had been performed and he had sunk into a
wicker chair beside his host, with a great pillow behind him to keep
him from being swallowed up and lost entirely, he abated not a whit of
his gladness, admiring the flowers, the smoothly cut lawns, and the
ocean view until he radiated good humor on all sides. But it was when
the tea wagon was rolled out and placed before Madam Lee that his
interest was not to be curbed.
"Ain't that cute now?" he commented, his eyes following the
unaccustomed sight with alertness. "The feller that got a-holt of that
idee found a good one. Trundles along like a little baby carriage,
don't it?"
Nothing would satisfy him until he had examined every part of the
invention, and Celestina trembled lest then and there his brain be
stimulated to action and he make a bolt for home to complete without
delay some sudden scheme the novelty had engendered. However, no such
calamity occurred. He drank his tea with satisfaction and was
presently borne off by Mr.


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