For if you had pinched it in infansy it would have been a
good noze, and not a pug. And----"
"Good gracious!" he exclaimed. "Why, Bab, I never meant to insult your
noze. As a matter of fact, it's a good noze. It's exactly the sort of
noze you ought to have. Why, what in the world would YOU do with a Roman
noze?"
I have not been feeling very well, dear Dairy, and so I sudenly began to
weap.
"Why, chicken!" said my father. And made me sit down on his knee. "Don't
tell me that my bit of sunshine is behind a cloud!"
"Behind a noze," I said, feebly.
So he said he liked my noze, even although somwhat swolen, and he kissed
it, and told me I was a little fool, and at last I saw he was about
ready to be tackeled. So I observed:
"Father, will you do me a faver?"
"Sure," he said. "How much do you need? Busness is pretty good now,
and I've about landed the new order for shells for the English War
Department. I--supose we make it fifty! Although, we'd better keep it a
Secret between the to of us."
I drew myself up, although tempted. But what was fifty dollars to doing
somthing for Adrian? A mere bagatelle.
"Father," I said, "do you know Miss Everett, my English teacher?"
He remembered the name.
"Would you be willing to do her a great favor?" I demanded intencely.
"What sort of a favor?"
"Her couzin has written a play. She is very fond of her couzin, and
anxious to have him suceed. And it is a lovely play."
He held me off and stared at me.
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