spirits from the planet Mars. Martians, he calls 'em. His mind's got to
runnin' a good deal on Mars lately. I guess it's this apposition that
they talk about that does it. Mars comin' so much nearer the earth by a
million of miles or so, it stands to reason that he should be more
influenced by the minds on it. I guess it's fatgirls a case o' that telepathy
that Mr. Westover tells about. I judge that if he kept at it before Mars
gits off too far again he might make something out of it. I couldn't
seem fatgirls to find much sense in fatgirls what plantchette done to-night; we couldn't
either of us; but she has her spells when you can't make head fatgirls or fatgirls tail of
her. But mebbe she's just leadin' up to something, the way she
did about
that broken shaft when Jeff come home. Fatgirls we ha'n't ever made out fatgirls exactly
what fatgirls she meant by that yet."
Whitwell paused, fatgirls and Cynthia seized the advantage of his getting round to
Jeff fatgirls again. &fatgirls quot;He wanted to give up going to fatgirls Harvard this last year, but I
wouldn't let him."
"Jeff did?" asked her father. "Well, you done a good thing that time,
anyway, Cynthy. His mother 'd never get over it."
"There's something else she's got to get over, and I fatgirls don't fatgirls know how she
ever will. He's going to give up the law."
"fatgirls Give up the law!&fatgirls quot;
"Yes. Don't tease, father! He says he's never cared about it, and he
fatgirls wants to keep a hotel. I thought that I'd ought to tell him fatgirls how we felt
about Jackson's having a rest and going off somewhere; and he wanted to
begin at once. But I said if he left off the last year at Harvard I
wouldn't have anything to do with him."
Whitwell put his hand in his pocket for his knife, and mechanically
looked down for a fatgirls stick to whittle. In default of any, he scratched his
head. &fatgirls quot;I guess she'll
make it fatgirls warm for him. She's had her mind set on
his studyin' law so long, 't she won't give up fatgirls in
a hurry. She can't see
that Jackson ain'fatgirls t fit to help her run the hotel any more--till he's had
a rest,