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As he limped through the door, Diogenes hurried to meet him, held up his lantern, peered hopefully into the battered face and shook his disappointed head. "Stung again!" muttered Diogenes. Jeff lisped in numbers which fully verified the cynic's misgiving. "7--11--4--11--44!" he announced jerkily. This was strictly in character and also excused him from entangling talk, leaving him free to search the whirl of dancers. A bulky Rough Rider volunteered his help. He fixed a gleaming eyeglass on his nose and politely offered Jeff a Big Stick by way of a crutch. "Hit the line hard!" he barked. He bit the words off with a prize-bulldog effect. He had fine teeth. Jeff waved him off. "16--2--1!" he proclaimed controversially. He felt his spirits sinking, with a growing doubt of his ability to identify the Only One, and was impatient of interruption. He kept his slow and watchful way down the floor. Topsy broke away from her partner and stopped Jeff's crippled progress. Her short hair, braided to a dozen tight and tiny pigtails, bristled away in all directions. "Laws, young marsta', you suhtenly does look puny!" she said. Then she clutched at her knee. "_Aie!_" she tittered, as a loose red stocking dropped flappingly to her ankle. Pray do not be shocked. The effect was startling; but a black stocking, decorously tight and smooth, was beneath the red one. Jeff's mathematics were not equal to the strain of adequate comment. Topsy dived to the rescue. "Got a string?" she giggled, as she hitched the fallen stocking back to place. "I cain't fix this good nohow!" Jeff jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "Man over there with an eyeglass cord--maybe you can get that. What makes you act so?" He looked cold disapproval; nevertheless, he looked. Topsy hung her head, still clutching at the stocking-top. "Dunno. I spec's it's 'cause Ise so wicked!" Finger in mouth, she looked after Jeff as he hobbled away. A slender witch bounced from a chair and barred his way with a broom. Her eyes were brimming sorcery; her lips looked saucy challenge; she leaned close for a whispered word in his ear: "How would you like to tackle me?" Poor Jeff! "10, 2--10, 2!" he promised huskily. Yet he ducked beneath the broom. "But," said the little witch plaintively, "you're going away!" She dropped her broom and wept. "8, 2--8, 2--8, 2!" said Jeff, almost in tears himself, and again fell back upon English. "Mere figures or mere words can't
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