"
"Where's my ear-trumpet?" said Aunt Mary, blankly,--"it's been left
somewhere."
"No, it hasn't," said Mitchell. "It's here! I'm holding it for you. It's
much easier holding it than picking it up. It seems so slippery to-night."
"I'm not going out to get the cabs," said Clover. "I thought of the idea
and someone else must work it out. I'm opposed to working after time and I
call time at midnight."
Mitchell rose with a depressed air.
"I'll go," he said. "I feel the need of a walk. When I feel the need of
anything I always take it and I've needed and taken so freely to-night
that I need to take a walk to--"
"I don't think it funny to talk that way," said Burnett a little heatedly.
"If you want to get the cabs why get the cabs. I'm going to get them, too,
and I reckon we can get them combined just as easy as alone."
"I will go with you," said his friend solemnly. "I will accompany you
because I feel the need--" He stopped and turned his hat over and over. "I
know there's a hole to put my head into," he declared, "but I can't just
put my hand--I mean my head--on to--I mean, into--it."
"Do you expect to find a brass hand pointing to it?" said Burnett testily.
"Come on!"
"Three cabs and five--or was it six?--jews-harps?" continued Mitchell
dreamily. "It must have been six, five for we five, and one for Lord
Chesterfield--but where is Lord Chesterfield?" he asked suddenly with a
disturbed glance around. "I hope he hasn't deserted and gone home.
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