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CHAPTER XI
ANTAGONISM IS BORN AND WAR DECLARED
"Why--hello, Hermy!" exclaimed Spike, pausing in the doorway. "Gee, I
thought you was--were in Englewood."
Hermione lifted her golden head, stayed her humming sewing-machine, and
smiled at him.
"And I thought I'd come home and surprise you. Aren't you glad to see
me, boy dear?"
"Why, sure I am!" he answered, and stooping, kissed a golden curl that
wantoned at her white temple; which done, he sprawled in the easy-chair
and taking a newspaper from his pocket, fell to studying the latest
baseball scores while Hermione, head bent above her work again, glanced
at him now and then rather wistfully.
"Gee whiz," he exclaimed suddenly, "the Giants put it all over
Cincinnati to-day, Hermy. Y' see, Matty was in th' box, an' he sure
pitched some game!"
Hermione stopped her machine and looked at him under wrinkling brows.
"I thought you were hunting through the 'wanted' columns, Arthur?"
"Why, y' see I ain't--haven't got to the ads yet, Hermy."
Hermione sighed softly and, resting her round chin in her hands, viewed
him silently awhile until, becoming aware of the steadfast gaze of those
sweet and gentle eyes, Spike shuffled uneasily and changed colour.
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