Don't I, Grandma?" and was groping my way out
through the green curtained "keepin'" rooms, towards Grandma's culinary
apartment, thankful for a momentary escape from the heated atmosphere of
the "parlor," when I heard just behind me a voice of the most exquisite
smoothness:--
"Miss Hungerford, allow me."
"Mr. Rollin!" I exclaimed, with an overwhelming sense of the
ludicrousness of the situation: "How dared you come through the room
where they were all sitting and follow me out here! Did Grandma tell you
that I had gone after a little no-back chair for you to sit on?"
"She did," replied Mr. Rollin, with impressive gravity: "and I took it as
most divinely kind of you, too; though, if I might be allowed any choice
in the matter, I think I should be likely to assume a much more graceful
and more easeful and natural position in a chair constructed after the
ordinary pattern, Miss Hungerford, especially as after my exertions in
the kitchen I feel the need of entire repose."
"But this is the only one left," I answered, with suppressed laughter.
"Do you think you can find it, Mr. Rollin?"
"If you should leave me now," replied the fisherman; "I should have
positively no idea whither to direct my steps.
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