Time of your life, Aunt Mary, time of your life!"
They telephoned for a carriage and all got in. Then Clover slammed the
door.
"Now see what you've done!" said the parrot.
"Is he going to keep saying that?" Burnett asked.
"I don't know," said Jack. "It comes in pretty pat, don't it?"
"Makes me think of my mother," said Clover. "I wish it wouldn't."
"I don't catch who's sayin' what," said Aunt Mary.
"Nobody's saying anything, Miss Watkins," roared Mitchell; "we are all
talking airy nothings just to pass the time o' day."
The carriage stopped three hundred feet below the level of a roof garden.
"We get out here," said Burnett.
They all got out and went up in an elevator.
"Seems to be a good many goin' to the same place," said Aunt Mary.
"Yes," said Mitchell, "a good many people generally go to places that are
great places for a good many people to go to."
"You ought not to end with a preposition," said Clover.
"There, I left my ear-trumpet in the carriage!" said Aunt Mary.
There was a pause of consternation. No one spoke except the parrot.
"We know what she's done without your telling us," said Clover, addressing
the bird. "The question is what to do next?"
Jack went back downstairs and found the carriage waiting in hopes of
picking up another load. He lost no time in personally picking up the
ear-trumpet and returning to his friends.
Then they all proceeded above and bought a table and turned their chairs
to the stage, where the attraction just at that moment was a quartette of
pretty girls.
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