Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918 edition. Excerpt: ... VIII TO Twinkletoes in the dressing-room of the Quayside came the girl Lilac. She stood over Twinkletoes' chair, one shoulder listed scornfully. "Huh!" she grunted. "What's the matter?" "Huh! 'My Dad's one of the finest men in the world. My Dad's clean all through. My Dad's never done anything dirty. My Dad's the straightest man that ever lived.' Huh!" "What you talking about?" "You and your glorious, marvelous old Dad." Twinkletoes turned upon Lilac, a little spark of anger appearing in her eyes, as it always did when anyone ridiculed or aspersed the old Dad. "Well, what about it?" She noticed that the other girls were watching and grinning mischievously. Their happy faces were deformed by a mixture of spite and amusement. "Cuh! Your Dad never done anything dirty!" "Lilac, what d'you mean? Talking like that. Nor 'e 'asn't. What's up with you?" "Stow it, Twinks. Don't make out you don't know. Everybody knows about it. I heard it 'smorning. We all know about it." Twinkletoes stood up. Her face was alabaster. Her lips were twisted. "Know about what?" "Why, about your Dad. About his tricks. What he is." "Tricks? Tricks? Lilac--you trying to make a row?" "Don't be silly, Twinks. No. Only don't go swanking any more. Because we know. We like you, Twinks, awfully, but we can't stand your swank about your Dad. Not any more. Seeing what your Dad is and has been for years." "Oh. And what is he?" She trembled a little. "Why, everybody knows what he is. He's a forger. He makes bad notes at these Works of his. And he's going to be locked up soon." Twinkletoes dropped back to the ledge which served as dressing-table. Her hands gripped its edge. She stared at Lilac. Exploding giggles drew her eyes to the other girls. She looked from one to the other, ...