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XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>sped me by them<br /> without a word – </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p>stand-<br /> ;Still) </p> </div>)
XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>the man’s belly<br /> at a watchchain – </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p>the<br /> internalexpanding<br /> &<br /> externalcontracting<br /> brakes Bothatonce and </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p>thoroughly oiled the universal<br /> joint tested my gas felt of<br /> her radiator made sure her springs were O. </p> </div>)
XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>to the north past a house – <br /> a woman in blue </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p>up,slipped the<br /> clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she<br /> kicked what<br /> the hell)next<br /> minute i was back in neutral tried and </p> </div>)
Dominic has + (<div class="poem"> <p>upsidedown in an ashbarrel so </p> </div>)
XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>virtue of the law – <br /> I saw </p> </div>)
She being Brand + (<div class="poem"> <p>was the first ride and believe i we was<br /> happy to see how nice she acted right up to<br /> the last minute coming back down by the Public<br /> Gardens i slammed on </p> </div>)
Dominic has + (<div class="poem"> <p>we & worlds </p> </div>)
XI (The Right of Way) + (<div class="poem"> <p>who was laughing and<br /> leaning forward to look up </p> </div>)
Dominic has + (<div class="poem"> <p>wistful little<br /> clown<br /> whom somebody buried </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“A Doctor?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“A man.” </p> </div>)
The Bridge: VII The Tunnel + (<div class="poem"> <p>“But I want service in this office SERVICE<br /> I said—after<br /> the show she cried a little afterwards but—” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“But really I—I have so many collars.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Don’t touch me, please—I say, don’t touch me, please.<br /> I’ll not be put to bed by you, my man.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“He was afraid of being robbed or murdered.<br /> What do you say?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I can search you?<br /> Where are you moving over to? Stay still.<br /> You’d better tuck your money under you<br /> And sleep on it the way I always do<br /> When I’m with people I don’t trust at night.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I know him: he’s all right. A man’s a man.<br /> Separate beds of course you understand.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I’ll have to have a bed.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“I’m not afraid.<br /> There’s five: that’s all I carry.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Known it since I was young.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Lafe was the name, I think?” </p> </div>)

A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Magoon.<br /> Doctor Magoon.” </p> </div>)

A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“No room,” the night clerk said. “Unless——”<br /> Woodsville’s a place of shrieks and wandering lamps<br /> And cars that shock and rattle—and one hotel. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“No, no, no, thank you.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Not that way, with your shoes on Kike’s white bed.<br /> You can’t rest that way. Let me pull your shoes off.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Not till I shrink, when they’ll be out of style.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“One would suppose they might not be as glad<br /> To see you as you are to see them.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Really, friend, I can’t let you. You—may need them.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Show him this way. I’m not afraid of him,<br /> I’m not so drunk I can’t take care of myself.”<br /> The night clerk clapped a bedstead on the foot.<br /> “This will be yours. Good-night,” he said, and went. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“So I should hope. What kind of man?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Unless you wouldn’t mind<br /> Sharing a room with someone else.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Well, a teacher.” </p> </div>)
Brown’s Descent or, the Willy-Nilly Slide + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Well—I—be——” that was all he said,<br /> As standing in the river road,<br /> He looked back up the slippery slope<br /> (Two miles it was) to his abode. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Who is it?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Will you believe me if I put it there<br /> Right on the counterpane—that I do trust you?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Yes, Layfayette.<br /> You got it the first time. And yours?” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You drive around? It must be pleasant work.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You say ‘unless.’“ </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You see I’m in with everybody, know ’em all.<br /> I almost know their farms as well as they do.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You seem to shape the paper’s policy.” </p> </div>)
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Of cour … <div class="poem"></br><p>“Of course you know our family are all in modest circumstances, but it seems that there is this one wealthy relative—an elderly, maiden aunt on my father’s side. I have never seen her, because she has lived in California during all of my life, but naturally I had heard of her before. She never took any interest in us, however, and always said she was going to leave all of her money to her two nephews whom she is raising.<br /></br>“Well, I hardly thought she knew of my existence, when suddenly, out of a clear sky, I got this letter from her with its thrilling proposition. She must have learned somewhere of the work we did last summer, and of our reason for doing it, and she was impressed. She evidently never knew any Girl Scouts before, or in fact any girls who were interested in anything so worth while as a sick mother or a tea-house. So, lo and behold, she writes to me and tells me she wants to make my acquaintance—and not only mine, but that of the whole patrol!”<br /></br>“But we can’t go out west, Alice!” interrupted Marjorie, jumping at her meaning. “We couldn’t possibly afford it.”<br /></br>“No,” added Florence, “I was thinking of looking for a job for the summer.”<br /></br>“Wait till you hear the rest of it!” said Alice. “We won’t need any money. Aunt Emeline is offering to pay all our expenses, <i>if we motor to California</i>!”<br /></br>“Motor!” repeated Marjorie. “We girls? By ourselves—?”</br></p></br></div>lt;br /> “Motor!” repeated Marjorie. “We girls? By ourselves—?” </p> </div>)
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip + (<div class="poem"> <p>“To cont … <div class="poem"></br><p>“To continue,” said Alice: “you know that I told you my aunt is queer—a little ‘off’ we always considered her. Well, she goes on to add that we must make the trip inside of six weeks, follow the Lincoln Highway, not spend more than a certain sum of money she is depositing in my name, and—the last is worst of all—”<br /></br>“What?” demanded two or three of the scouts at once.<br /></br>“We are not to accept help of any men along the way!”<br /></br>The girls all burst out laughing immediately at the absurdity of such a suggestion. Yet there was not one among them who doubted that she could fulfill the conditions.<br /></br>“And what happens if we do take assistance?” asked Florence, when the merriment had subsided. “Do we have to pay for our own trip?”<br /></br>“No, but the guilty girls have to go home,” replied Alice.<br /></br>“Can’t you just see us dropping one by one ‘by the wayside’” remarked Lily, “because we accept masculine chivalry. Really, it will be hard—”<br /></br>“Oh, we can do it!” said Marjorie, with her usual assurance. She put down her hockey stick and went over to the tea-table to make tea. The subject was too interesting to allow her guests to depart.</br></p></br></div>e subject was too interesting to allow her guests to depart. </p> </div>)
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip + (<div class="poem"> <p>“We’ll n … <div class="poem"></br><p>“We’ll need several cars,” concluded Lily, who always did things sumptuously.<br /></br>“Two ought to be enough,” said Florence. “But say, girls, why couldn’t we leave our planning until Doris’s house-party? Then we’ll all be together, and will know definitely whether or not we can go.”<br /></br>“But the boys will be such an interruption!” sighed Lily. “You can’t get a thing done with them around.”<br /></br>“Oh, we’ll shut them out of our conferences,” announced Marjorie, coolly. “We must accustom ourselves to getting along without the opposite sex if we are to make a success of our trip.”<br /></br>“And yet it is a pity,” remarked Alice, “after all they did for us last summer at the tea-house!”<br /></br>“Yes, maybe if it weren’t for them we wouldn’t have become famous and received this scrumptious invitation,” surmised Daisy.</br></p></br></div>become famous and received this scrumptious invitation,” surmised Daisy. </p> </div>)
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip + (<div class="poem"> <p>“What I … <div class="poem"></br><p>“What I can’t understand,” mused Florence, who had been carefully considering every aspect of the offer, “is why your aunt should want us to make the trip independent of all masculine assistance. Especially when, as you say, Alice, she shows such preference for her two nephews.”<br /></br>“Oh, it’s just an idea of hers—a notion that she’s taken, I suppose,” replied Alice. “When you’re awfully rich and awfully old, you sometimes do crazy things just for the novelty of it.”<br /></br>“My, what a philosopher you are!” joked Florence. “You sound as if you had been both old and rich!”<br /></br>“My theory,” put in Marjorie, “is that it has something to do with the nephews. She has probably boasted of our work last summer, and perhaps the boys belittled it. So I think this might be a kind of wager.”<br /></br>“That sounds plausible!” exclaimed Lily. “Well, let’s do all in our power to make the old lady win.”<br /></br>“And yet,” interposed Florence, “she may be on the other side, hoping we don’t live up to the conditions. It would certainly be cheaper for her if we fell down—”<br /></br>“Girls, I think you’re all wrong,” said Daisy. “I think she is just a lovely old lady, who has read about our work, and wants to reward us. But she thinks we’ll appreciate our cars more if we earn them, and that’s the reason she put on all these conditions.”<br /></br>“Come, we’re not getting anywhere!” interrupted Florence, “and the time’s passing.” A glance at her watch assured her that the supper hour was imminent.<br /></br>“Meet here day after tomorrow,” suggested Marjorie, as the girls rose to take their leave; “and try to have your parents’ permission by then.”<br /></br>“We’ll have it!” cried two or three of the girls. “We wouldn’t miss this chance for the world!”</br></p></br></div> it!” cried two or three of the girls. “We wouldn’t miss this chance for the world!” </p> </div>)
The Girl Scouts' Motor Trip + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Well, y … <div class="poem"></br><p>“Well, your aunt certainly must be a queer one to think up all these conditions,” observed Doris.<br /></br>“Oh, she hasn’t much to do,” said Alice, “except to think about those two nephews who are her heirs. I guess we’ve given her a new interest.”<br /></br>“What does she look like?” asked Florence.<br /></br>“I don’t know; the only picture we have is one of those old-fashioned things in a family album. She was eighteen then, and looked thirty-eight. You know the kind that I mean. But I have always imagined that she resembled that fake lieutenant those boys we met on the train fixed up for our benefit the summer we went on the ranch.”<br /></br>“Speaking of boys,” interrupted Doris, “they will soon be here. And you girls won’t even have your hats off—let alone be dressed. Don’t you think we had better adjourn to our rooms, especially the girls who have to go over to Marie Louise’s?”<br /></br>“Right you are, Doris!” exclaimed all of her guests, hastening to carry out her suggestion.</br></p></br></div>xclaimed all of her guests, hastening to carry out her suggestion. </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“Profess … <div class="poem"></br><p>“Professor Square-the-circle-till-you’re-tired?<br /></br>Hold on, there’s something I don’t think of now<br /></br>That I had on my mind to ask the first<br /></br>Man that knew anything I happened in with.<br /></br>I’ll ask you later—don’t let me forget it.”</br></p></br></div>d in with.<br /> I’ll ask you later—don’t let me forget it.” </p> </div>)
A Hundred Collars + (<div class="poem"> <p>“You’d s … <div class="poem"></br><p>“You’d say so, Mister Man.—I’m a collector.<br /></br>My ninety isn’t mine—you won’t think that.<br /></br>I pick it up a dollar at a time<br /></br>All round the country for the Weekly News,<br /></br>Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?”</br></p></br></div>kly News,<br /> Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?” </p> </div>)