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“Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in,” said Miss Ophelia. “Come, now, here’s paper, pen, and ink; just write a paper.” St. Clare, like most of his class of mind, cordially hated the present tense of action, generally; and therefore, he was considerably annoyed by Miss Ophelia’s downrightness. “Why, what’s the matter?” said he. “Can’t you take my word? One would think you had taken lessons of the Jews, coming at a fellow so!” “I want to make sure of it,” said Miss Ophelia. “You may die, or fail, and then Topsy be hustled off to auction, spite of all I can do.” “Really, you are quite provident. Well, seeing I’m in the hands of a Yankee, there is nothing for it but to concede;” and St. Clare rapidly wrote off a deed of gift, which, as he was well versed in the forms of law, he could easily do, and signed his name to it in sprawling capitals, concluding by a tremendous flourish. “There, isn’t that black and white, now, Miss Vermont?” he said, as he handed it to her. “Good boy,” said Miss Ophelia, smiling. “But must it not be witnessed?” “O, bother!- yes. Here,” he said, opening the door into Marie’s apartment, “Marie, cousin wants your autograph; just put your name down here.” “What’s this?” said Marie, as she ran over the paper. “Ridiculous! I thought cousin was too pious for such horrid things,” she added, as she carelessly wrote her name; “but, if she has a fancy for that article, I’m sure she’s welcome.” |
