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Title: The Trimming of Goosie

Author: James Hopper

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The Trimming of Goosie

BY
JAMES HOPPER
Author of "Caybigan," "9009," etc.

NEW YORK
MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY
1909

COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY
CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY

COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY
MOFFAT, YARD AND COMPANY

Published, September, 1909

THE QUINN & BODEN CO. PRESS
RAHWAY, N.J.

THE TRIMMING OF GOOSIE

CHAPTER I

"Why, Goosie, what are you doing?"

Goosie, otherwise Mr. Charles-Norton Sims, dropped his arms hastily down
his sides and stood very still, caged in the narrow space between
porcelain tub and gleaming towel-rack. The mirror before which he had
been performing his morning calisthenics faced him uncompromisingly; it
showed him that he was blushing. The sight increased his embarrassment.
For a moment panic went bounding and rebounding swiftly in painted
contagion from Goosie to the mirror, from the mirror to Goosie; the
blush, at first faint on Charles-Norton's brow, flamed, spread over his
face, down his neck, fell in cascade along his broad shoulders, and then
rippled down his satiny skin clear to the barrier of the swimming trunks
tight about his waist. It was some time before he mustered the courage
to turn his foolish face toward the door through which had sounded the
cooing cry of his little wife.

The door was but a few inches a-jar; it let pass only the round
little nose of the round little wife, between two wide-open blue-flowers
of eyes. "What are you doing, Goosie?" she repeated in a tone slightly
amused but rich with a large tolerance; "what are you doing, Goosie, eh?