Book2:KigdomIteDreams

asifshewerewearingasequencedeveninggowncouldbeseentaili.ShegazedfixedlyateverymovementandaofKingDimitriandhisbeauties,hereyesfulloflongingandselfpity.

    WatgKingDimitri’ssailboatgraduallydisappearintothedistancegaveMr.Fingerapangofdeepremorse.Ifhehadn’tbeensountrolblypumpedupwithadrenalineandspoutedallkindsofnonsense,hewouldbewiththemnow,goingtothebirthdaybawheretherewassuretobealivelyget-together.Thefoodanddrink,too,wouldundeniablybeexcellentaiful.Butbecauseofhisownwillfulness,hewasallohisdesoteaedpin,singleandsolitary.

    “Oh,whydidIhavetoactuplikethat?”hemented.Mr.Fingerwalkedaroundaimlesslyintheneighbwoodsandcametoafieldoftulips.Hesatontheground,pickedupafallentwigandscribbledhisill