I'm at
Doctor Alvarado's house, and he's beside himself with joy. Thanks,
awfully. You're so nice." A moment, and she was back in the
dining-room facing her two friends--a picture of triumph. "You
have nothing more to say about it," she gloated. "'The Provisional
Government of Cuba, through its New York representatives, extends
to Miss Norine Evans an invitation to visit its temporary
headquarters in the Sierra de--something-or-other, and deems it an
honor to have her as its guest so long as she wishes to remain
there. It requests that all military and civil officers afford her
every safety and convenience within their power.' That's
practically what Mr. Enriquez read to me. In fifteen minutes it
will be here in black and white. Now then, let's celebrate."
She executed a dance step, pirouetted around the room, then
plumped herself down into her chair. She rattled her cup and
saucer noisily, crying, "Fill them up, Doctor Gloom. Let's drink
to Cuba Libre."
Johnnie managed to smile as he raised his demi-tasse. "Here's to
my success as a chaperon," said he. "I'm disliked by the
Spaniards, and now the Cubans will hate me. I can see happy days
ahead."
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FILIBUSTERS
Leslie Branch was asleep when O'Reilly returned to their room, but
he awoke sufficiently to listen to the latter's breathless account
of the dinner-party.
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