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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Mr. Bingle"

We want to see Paris and London, of course.
Every one ought to see 'em if he can afford it. If you think it
advisable, I'll take her across this summer. Maybe if she got to Paris
she'd forget she ever wanted to go to Peekskill."
"I'll let you know what I think of it later on, Bingle. We'll see.
I've never seen your garden looking better than it looks this summer.
You have a treasure in that man Edgecomb. Come, let's stroll down to
the Italian--"
"Not just now, Doctor," said Mr. Bingle hastily. "I think Miss
Fairweather and Flanders are down there enjoying the shade and the
music of the fountain."
The servant question was another bothersome thing for him to contend
with. They were dissatisfied and on the point of leaving, especially
the new nursemaids. A general increase in wages served as a temporary
restraint, and a second increase was plainly in sight. For the first
time in his life Mr. Bingle possessed a secret unshared with his wife:
he did not tell her of the raise in wages.
Flanders announced that rehearsals for the play would be started early
in July.


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