Capitolo 12
extraordinary litheness and the agility. "Have!" him laughed. "He/she would take
a good quantity the oldest head that the Your to discover that that that Girl
The beauty of Edgarton is!"
"Or a good quantity that the more youth, perhaps" you/he/she has suggested the Oldest Man
judicially. "But--but speaking of Miss Edgarton--" he started entirely on
again.
"Oh--the drat Miss Edgarton!" spitefully snarled the Youngest Man. "You have
found Miss Edgarton on the brain! Miss Edgarton this! Miss Edgarton
that! Miss Edgarton! Who in blazes Miss Edgarton is, in every way?"
"Miss Edgarton? Miss Edgarton?" mused the Oldest Man thoughtfully. "Who
is it? Miss Edgarton? Because--anybody special--except--only my daughter."
As an absorbed fly entirely unconsciously on a sheet of sticky paper the
The hands youngest Man and feet seemed to shoot out suddenly in each
direction.
"Good Skies!" he gasped. "His/her daughter?" he mumbled. "His/her
daughter?" Every other word or sentence in the language English seemed
being suddenly struck by his/her lips. "His/her--Your--his/her daughter?" him
started again all on. "Because--me--me--doesn't know Your name was Edgarton!"
he finally succeeded in articulating.
An expression of ineffable triumph, and only of triumph sparkled, in
the face of the Oldest Man.
"Because, that is what I am saying" me, he agreeably reiterated. "You
don't know anything!"
Fatuously the Youngest rose of Man to his/her feet, still fighting for
discourse--some old discourse--a sentence, a word a cough, anything in
done what a noise would do.
"Well, if little Miss Edgarton is--small Miss Edgarton", him the babbled
idiotically "that in creation--it is?"
"Who am?" stammered perplexedly the Oldest Man. As if the question
it really worried him/it, he lowered again a trifle against which it sustains
wall of the house, and it was standing with his/her hands you thrust deep in pockets
once more. "Who am?" he kindly repeated. Again an eyebrow lifted.
A side of its thin-labiate mouth ever twisted so slightly again him
the right. "Because, I am only a man, the Mr. Barton" that he has very weakly sneered,