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“
Cat
fur
,
to
make
kitten
-
breeches
,
”
retorted
Annixter
with
oracular
vagueness
.
Two
weeks
before
this
time
,
Annixter
had
come
up
to
the
city
and
had
gone
at
once
to
a
certain
hotel
on
Bush
Street
,
behind
the
First
National
Bank
,
that
he
knew
was
kept
by
a
family
connection
of
the
Trees
.
In
his
conjecture
that
Hilma
and
her
parents
would
stop
here
,
he
was
right
.
Their
names
were
on
the
register
.
Ignoring
custom
,
Annixter
marched
straight
up
to
their
rooms
,
and
before
he
was
well
aware
of
it
,
was
“
eating
crow
”
before
old
man
Tree
.
Hilma
and
her
mother
were
out
at
the
time
.
Later
on
,
Mrs
.
Tree
returned
alone
,
leaving
Hilma
to
spend
the
day
with
one
of
her
cousins
who
lived
far
out
on
Stanyan
Street
in
a
little
house
facing
the
park
.
Between
Annixter
and
Hilma
’
s
parents
,
a
reconciliation
had
been
effected
,
Annixter
convincing
them
both
of
his
sincerity
in
wishing
to
make
Hilma
his
wife
.
Hilma
,
however
,
refused
to
see
him
.
As
soon
as
she
knew
he
had
followed
her
to
San
Francisco
she
had
been
unwilling
to
return
to
the
hotel
and
had
arranged
with
her
cousin
to
spend
an
indefinite
time
at
her
house
.
She
was
wretchedly
unhappy
during
all
this
time
;
would
not
set
foot
out
of
doors
,
and
cried
herself
to
sleep
night
after
night
.
She
detested
the
city
.
Already
she
was
miserably
homesick
for
the
ranch
.
She
remembered
the
days
she
had
spent
in
the
little
dairy
-
house
,
happy
in
her
work
,
making
butter
and
cheese
;
skimming
the
great
pans
of
milk
,
scouring
the
copper
vessels
and
vats
,
plunging
her
arms
,
elbow
deep
,
into
the
white
curds
;
coming
and
going
in
that
atmosphere
of
freshness
,
cleanliness
,
and
sunlight
,
gay
,
singing
,
supremely
happy
just
because
the
sun
shone
.
She
remembered
her
long
walks
toward
the
Mission
late
in
the
afternoons
,
her
excursions
for
cresses
underneath
the
Long
Trestle
,
the
crowing
of
the
cocks
,
the
distant
whistle
of
the
passing
trains
,
the
faint
sounding
of
the
Angelus
.
She
recalled
with
infinite
longing
the
solitary
expanse
of
the
ranches
,
the
level
reaches
between
the
horizons
,
full
of
light
and
silence
;
the
heat
at
noon
,
the
cloudless
iridescence
of
the
sunrise
and
sunset
.
She
had
been
so
happy
in
that
life
!
Now
,
all
those
days
were
passed
.
This
crude
,
raw
city
,
with
its
crowding
houses
all
of
wood
and
tin
,
its
blotting
fogs
,
its
uproarious
trade
winds
,
disturbed
and
saddened
her
.
There
was
no
outlook
for
the
future
.
At
length
,
one
day
,
about
a
week
after
Annixter
’
s
arrival
in
the
city
,
she
was
prevailed
upon
to
go
for
a
walk
in
the
park
.
She
went
alone
,
putting
on
for
the
first
time
the
little
hat
of
black
straw
with
its
puff
of
white
silk
her
mother
had
bought
for
her
,
a
pink
shirtwaist
,
her
belt
of
imitation
alligator
skin
,
her
new
skirt
of
brown
cloth
,
and
her
low
shoes
,
set
off
with
their
little
steel
buckles
.
She
found
a
tiny
summer
house
,
built
in
Japanese
fashion
,
around
a
diminutive
pond
,
and
sat
there
for
a
while
,
her
hands
folded
in
her
lap
,
amused
with
watching
the
goldfish
,
wishing
—
she
knew
not
what
.
Without
any
warning
,
Annixter
sat
down
beside
her
.
She
was
too
frightened
to
move
.
She
looked
at
him
with
wide
eyes
that
began
to
fill
with
tears
.
“
Oh
,
”
she
said
,
at
last
,
“
oh
—
I
didn
’
t
know
.
”
“
Well
,
”
exclaimed
Annixter
,
“
here
you
are
at
last
.
I
’
ve
been
watching
that
blamed
house
till
I
was
afraid
the
policeman
would
move
me
on
.
By
the
Lord
,
”
he
suddenly
cried
,
“
you
’
re
pale
.
You
—
you
,
Hilma
,
do
you
feel
well
?
”
