The Little Lady of The Big House by Jack London Chapter 29 Page 3

was the reply. “They say when a man’s not feeling any too fit a bit of drink will hit him like a club.”

“And you?” Graham questioned.

“Have never been hit by a club. I am a man of singularly few experiences.”

“But, Terrence, you were saying� about Mrs. Forrest?” Leo begged. “It sounded as if it were going to be nice.”

“As if it could be otherwise,” Terrence censured. “But as I was saying, ‘tis a bird-like sensuousness — oh, not the little, hoppy, wagtail kind, nor yet the sleek and solemn dove, but a merry sort of bird, like the wild canaries you see bathing in the fountains, always twittering and singing, flinging the water in the sun, and glowing the golden hearts of them on their happy breasts.