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The crowd, I was glad to note, fell rapidly away, many of them
shrugging their shoulders in a way the French have, and even the
waiters about us quickly lost interest in the pair, as if they were
hardened to the sight of Americans greeting one another. The two were
still saying: "Well! well!" rather breathlessly, but had become a bit
more coherent.
"Jeff Tuttle, you--dashed--old long-horn!" exclaimed Cousin Egbert.
"Good old Sour-dough!" exploded the other. "Ain't this just like old
home week!"
"I thought mebbe you wouldn't know me with all my beadwork and my new
war-bonnet on," continued Cousin Egbert.
"Know you, why, you knock-kneed old Siwash, I could pick out your hide
in a tanyard!"
"Well, well, well!" replied Cousin Egbert.
"Well, well, well!" said the other, and again they dealt each other
smart blows.
"Where'd you turn up from?" demanded Cousin Egbert.
"Europe," said the other. "We been all over Europe and Italy--just
come from some place up over the divide where they talk Dutch, the
Madam and the two girls and me, with the Reverend Timmins and his wife
riding line on us. Say, he's an out-and-out devil for cathedrals--it's
just one church after another with him--Baptist, Methodist,
Presbyterian, Lutheran, takes 'em all in--never overlooks a bet.
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