. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . I think I meanto say that unfortunate hiatus in the younglives of my Master and Mistress—had beenwiped off the slate and that they were readyto begin where they left ofif. But. I wasmeasuring my cider before it went to I soon learned from the further solil-oquy of the Master. I cannot just recallhis words, but it seems that when theymet on horseback the day before the Mastergalloped hard for a few seconds, pulledup short, shot out of his saddle and strodeover to Miss Vivian
. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . I think I meanto say that unfortunate hiatus in the younglives of my Master and Mistress—had beenwiped off the slate and that they were readyto begin where they left ofif. But. I wasmeasuring my cider before it went to I soon learned from the further solil-oquy of the Master. I cannot just recallhis words, but it seems that when theymet on horseback the day before the Mastergalloped hard for a few seconds, pulledup short, shot out of his saddle and strodeover to Miss Vivians .side as if theyd hadseveral rehearsals of the little piece thcv were playing right out in the mid-dle of Forest avenue. Therewasnt the slightest trace of con-straint on the ^Masters part andthe little Mistress leaneti over asfar as she dared and gave theMaster a small gauntleted handthat was quickly hidden in his twobig ones. I heard him say, Oh,\ivian, girl! and her reply, Isit really you, Pat? and then Idisappeared around the nearestcorner. The Alistress had given meonly a perfunctory Hello, Mike, ^H. had hardly appeared to notice me. Her Patwas solely and exclusively in her mind and ather hand, and poor Mikes w^elcoming caresswould have to come later. I confess thatfor once I was jealous of the Master. Butoften he had called me a good sport,and I would live up to the name. So Iambled off to the Masters hotel and waitedfor the Master to come back. I expected itwould be at least two hours before I wouldsee him again, and it wouldnt have sur-prised me if he had gone to the Mistressshouse to dinner. However, he was backin less than a half hour and without a wordof explanation; he seemed happy enough,though, during the short while I watchedhim dress for dinner he whistled andhummed snatches of some of his, or I €t)e .Suburbanite should say the Mistresss, favorite songs;he was singing very softly The Shade ofthe Sheltering Palm, when they led meaway for my evening eats, so
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