"
"So I see, but does it follow that he is your property?
"So I see, but does it follow that he is your property?
Kipling - Poems
I'm sorry I ever spoke to you about it.
"
"Look between the pillars. In the third row; fourth from the end. You
can see his face now. Look! "
"Otis Yeere! Of all the improbable and impossible people! I don't
believe you. "
"Hsh! Wait till Mrs. Tarkass begins murdering Milton Wellings; and I'll
tell you all about it. S-s-ss! That woman's voice always reminds me of
an Underground train coming into Earl's Court with the brakes on. Now
listen. It is really Otis Yeere.
"
"So I see, but does it follow that he is your property? "
"He is! By right of trove. I found him, lonely and unbefriended, the
very next night after our talk, at the Dugald Delane's burra-khana. I
liked his eyes, and I talked to him. Next day he called. Next day we
went for a ride together, and today he's tied to my 'rickshaw-wheels
hand and foot. You'll see when the concert's over. He doesn't know I'm
here yet. "
"Thank goodness you haven't chosen a boy. What are you going to do with
him, assuming that you've got him? "
"Assuming, indeed! Does a woman--do I--ever make a mistake in that sort
of thing? First"--Mrs. Hauksbee ticked off the items ostentatiously on
her little gloved fingers--"First, my dear, I shall dress him properly.
At present his raiment is a disgrace, and he wears a dress shirt like
a crumpled sheet of the 'Pioneer'.
"Look between the pillars. In the third row; fourth from the end. You
can see his face now. Look! "
"Otis Yeere! Of all the improbable and impossible people! I don't
believe you. "
"Hsh! Wait till Mrs. Tarkass begins murdering Milton Wellings; and I'll
tell you all about it. S-s-ss! That woman's voice always reminds me of
an Underground train coming into Earl's Court with the brakes on. Now
listen. It is really Otis Yeere.
"
"So I see, but does it follow that he is your property? "
"He is! By right of trove. I found him, lonely and unbefriended, the
very next night after our talk, at the Dugald Delane's burra-khana. I
liked his eyes, and I talked to him. Next day he called. Next day we
went for a ride together, and today he's tied to my 'rickshaw-wheels
hand and foot. You'll see when the concert's over. He doesn't know I'm
here yet. "
"Thank goodness you haven't chosen a boy. What are you going to do with
him, assuming that you've got him? "
"Assuming, indeed! Does a woman--do I--ever make a mistake in that sort
of thing? First"--Mrs. Hauksbee ticked off the items ostentatiously on
her little gloved fingers--"First, my dear, I shall dress him properly.
At present his raiment is a disgrace, and he wears a dress shirt like
a crumpled sheet of the 'Pioneer'.
