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He is a composer and hails from New York." "What is his name?" Theodora asked rather indifferently. "Gifford Barrett." "Oh!" There was a clatter, as Cicely dropped her knife and fork and clasped her hands in ecstasy. "Really?" "Is it so painful as all that, Cis?" Allyn inquired. "Pain! It's utter rapture. I've always felt that, if I could just once look at Gifford Barrett, I could die happy.
"Perhaps not; but there is no upper class in a shop. But you said something about some drawings. Have you made some?" "Yes." "What are they?" "These." And Allyn offered a half-dozen sheets of paper to his father. Dr. McAlister glanced at them; then he put the reins into Allyn's hand. "Here," he said; "you can drive. I want to look at these."
Theodora demanded, for Allyn had always been her own especial charge, and her marriage had made no break in their relations. Allyn's home was as much at the corner house as at The Savins. "No; only the world goes hard with him. He has needed you, Teddy. The rest of us rub him the wrong way. He has a queer streak in him. I wish I could get hold of him; but I can't."
The boy is an ungracious cub; but he is sound at the core, and I honestly think he is fond of you in his dumb way." After he had left them alone, Cicely dropped down on the floor at Theodora's feet. "Life isn't a straight line; it's horribly squirmy," she said, and her voice vas unusually grave. Theodora drew the brown head against her knee. "What is it, dear?" she asked. "It's only Allyn.
Nevertheless for the moment the colony was obliged to submit to the tyrant. Next day the secretary John Allyn wrote "Finis" on the colonial records and shut up the book. The vexatious character of the new government was most strongly felt at Boston where Andros had his headquarters.
Farrington gathered up her papers and shut them into her Desk. Then she turned abruptly, laid her hands on the boy's shoulders and looked straight down into his eyes. "What is it, Allyn?" she asked gravely. For an instant his lips quivered. Then he said briefly, "I'm expelled, Teddy." "Allyn!" "Yes, I know." "Not really?" She read confirmation in his eyes. "What for?" she demanded.
"If we take the Lodge, there will be an extra room, and Allyn and Hubert may as well use it. It really won't make any difference how we divide up. At Quantuck the houses only count on foggy days." In fact, it had been Billy's idea, their choosing Quantuck, that summer.
If I can do you any little good turn in the way of table scraps, Babe, don't hesitate to mention it." And Cicely departed in search of Mrs. McAlister. "No," she said; "I mustn't stay. I only want Allyn." "I saw him go across the hill, just after lunch. He had a book with him, and you may find him reading, somewhere over there. Don't hurry." "Thank you; I must go."
It was evident that they had been for a long walk. Melchisedek's tail drooped dejectedly, and Allyn carried a sheaf of nodding yellow lilies, while Cicely had the despised grammar tucked under one arm and a bunch of greenish white clovers in the other hand. They came on, shoulder to shoulder, talking busily, and Theodora as she watched them, was well content.
Just once, in the early days of her being in the Farringtons' household, Cicely, moved with pity at the sight of a bruised forefinger, had ventured upon a caressing pat on Allyn's cheek. It was much the caress she would have bestowed upon Melchisedek, if she had chanced to step on his paw; but she never forgot the look of disgusted scorn with which Allyn had marched out of the room.
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