"Girls, how came you here?"
"Behold the prodigal daughter! Shall we kill the fatted rarebit?" And
Kitty threw herself upon me; while Cadge, waving her arms proudly at the
Navajo rugs, stuffed heads of animals and vast canvasses of Indian braves
and ponies that made the weird place more weird, replied to my query:--
"Borrowed it of an artist who's wintering in Mexico; cheap; just as it
stands."
Then they installed me under a queer tepee, and we had one of the old time
picked-up suppers, and for an hour my troubles were pushed into the
background. The girls are in such frightful taste that I really should
drop them, but they're loyal and so proud of me!
"Princess," said Cadge, "time you were letting contracts for the building
of fresh worlds to shine in. You're the most famous person in this, with
all the women thirsting for your gore; and you've a real live Lord for a
'follower.'"
"That's nothing."
Cadge thinks me still betrothed to John, so she affected to misunderstand.
"Nearly nothing, for a fact," she said; "it isn't ornamental, but we
seldom see specimens and mustn't judge hastily. And it is a Lord.
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