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"What's the use of being courted if you have to wait four years?" "And you've three years to wait, silly," retorted Paige. "But I don't care; I'd rather wait. It isn't very long, now. Ailsa, why don't you marry again?" Ailsa's lip curled her comment upon the suggestion. She sat under the crystal chandelier reading a Southern newspaper which had been sent recently to Celia.
"I only call him so to you. I knew him in New York and he is so much of a man so entirely good " She hesitated, seeing no answering sympathy in Ailsa's face, sighed, half turned with an unconscious glance at the closed door of the kitchen. "What were you saying about him?" asked Ailsa listlessly. "Nothing " said Letty timidly "only, isn't it odd how matters are arranged in the army.
"We're a-comin', miss, you gamble on that and the lightnin's a fool to us!" shouted Dollops in reply. "Let her have it, guv'ner! Bust the bloomin' tank. Give her her head; give her her feet; give her her blessed merry-thought if she wants it! Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" And then, just then, when she most needed her strength and her courage, Ailsa's evaporated.
Craig, had been unusually reticent over their embroidery that early afternoon, seated together in the front room, which was now flooded with sunshine an attractive, intimate room, restful and pretty in spite of the unlovely Victorian walnut furniture. Through a sunny passageway they could look into Ailsa's bedroom formerly the children's nursery where her maid sat sewing.
I know you too well to believe that you could care for a man of that kind." Ailsa's face was very serious, but she lifted herself on tiptoe and they exchanged an amicable salute across the fence. After a moment she said: "What did you mean by 'a man of that kind'?" Camilla's shrug was expressive. "There are stories about him." Ailsa looked thoughtfully into space.
Part of Colonel Arran's regiment of lancers was now in Washington or near it, encamped to the east of Meridian Hill, in a field beyond Seventh Street at least these were the careful directions for posting letters given her by Captain Hallam, who wrote her cheerfully and incessantly; and in every letter he declared himself with a patient and cordial persistence that perhaps merited something more enthusiastic than Ailsa's shy and brief replies.
"If you don't mind," threatened Stanley, "I'll give away your hippo story." "It has increased," said Ailsa's big, schoolboy husband, chuckling to himself. "Impossible!..." ejaculated The Kid. "Surely it had already reached the limit of human ingenuity?" They both spluttered, and Ailsa threw a newspaper at them, but Diana demanded to be told the story.
You'll find it more satisfactory to buy a wedding bouquet than a funeral wreath!" "Oh!" shuddered the two ladies in one breath. "How horrible! How cowardly!" And then, feeling that her last hope had gone, Lady Chepstow broke into a fit of violent weeping and laid her head on Ailsa's shoulder. "Oh, my baby! My darling baby boy!" she sobbed.
"Why you are very kind, Miss Lynden, but I, myself, didn't know where I was going." "I I wanted to write you," began Letty; and suddenly remembered Ailsa's presence and turned, shyly: "Mrs. Paige," she said, "this private soldier is Mr. Berkley a gentleman. May I be permitted to present him to you?"
She laughed some more and said, "yes, we might," and that he was "a dear," which was what we thought. We decided that we would write immediately, so Jerry dashed off to Father's study and got two sheets of nice thin paper with "17 Luke Street" at the top in humpy green letters, and I borrowed Aunt Ailsa's fountain-pen, which turned out to be empty.
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