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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1915 Original Publisher: Winston Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER IV Kohinoor Meets Betty THE train was speeding along through the upper reaches of a beautiful valley when McCarthy awoke. As he splashed and scraped his face in the washroom he found himself torn between desire to hasten the introduction which Kennedy had promised and to avoid meeting the girl. He glanced down at his worn garments, wondering whether or not the girl had observed them. He went forward to the dining car with sudden determination to avoid the introduction. The dining car was crowded, and the table at which Swanson was eating was filled. McCarthy stopped, looked around for a vacant seat. There seemed to be only one – and at that table Miss Betty Tabor was breakfasting with Manager Clancy and his wife. Good morning, said the girl, smiling brightly. There is a seat here. My fatherhad to hurry away. Mr. Clancy will introduce us. Qancy suspended his operations with his ham and eggs long enough to say: Miss Taber, Mr. McCarthy. Kohinoor, his is the old lady.
I heard Mr. McCarthy sing last night, said the girl, acknowledging the informal presentation. He sings well.
So I should guess, remarked Clancy dryly. Swanson has been bellowing his praise of it until everyone on the train thinks we have grabbed a grand opera star who can hit 400. McCarthy found himself talking with Miss Taber and Mrs. Clancy and laughing at the quaint half brogue of the manager’s buxom wife as if they had known each other all their lives. Clancy himself had little to say. The conversation had drifted to discussion of the country through which the train was runni…
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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1915 Original Publisher: Winston Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER IV Kohinoor Meets Betty THE train was speeding along through the upper reaches of a beautiful valley when McCarthy awoke. As he splashed and scraped his face in the washroom he found himself torn between desire to hasten the introduction which Kennedy had promised and to avoid meeting the girl. He glanced down at his worn garments, wondering whether or not the girl had observed them. He went forward to the dining car with sudden determination to avoid the introduction. The dining car was crowded, and the table at which Swanson was eating was filled. McCarthy stopped, looked around for a vacant seat. There seemed to be only one – and at that table Miss Betty Tabor was breakfasting with Manager Clancy and his wife. Good morning, said the girl, smiling brightly. There is a seat here. My fatherhad to hurry away. Mr. Clancy will introduce us. Qancy suspended his operations with his ham and eggs long enough to say: Miss Taber, Mr. McCarthy. Kohinoor, his is the old lady.
I heard Mr. McCarthy sing last night, said the girl, acknowledging the informal presentation. He sings well.
So I should guess, remarked Clancy dryly. Swanson has been bellowing his praise of it until everyone on the train thinks we have grabbed a grand opera star who can hit 400. McCarthy found himself talking with Miss Taber and Mrs. Clancy and laughing at the quaint half brogue of the manager’s buxom wife as if they had known each other all their lives. Clancy himself had little to say. The conversation had drifted to discussion of the country through which the train was runni…