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Even at this distance, Mary could see that Peter was sitting beside his father in the tonneau, and that the little figure was as erect and unyielding as the big one. She rose to her feet and stood watching the car as it curved and turned on the winding road that led to the gates of Carolan Hall. Even when the gates were entered, both figures still faced straight ahead.
But they got tired of one another and parted, and Carolan went to the house of the King of Mayo, and he stopped there, and the King asked him to stop for his lifetime. There came a grand visitor one time, and when he heard Carolan singing and playing and his fine pleasant talk, he asked him to go with him on a visit to Dublin.
I want to see you both, especially Miss Carolan, very early in the morning. We can all go out on the beach before breakfast." "Very well, Ted. Has Mr. Mallard come in?" "No. He will not be here for another half-hour or more. Good-night." Mrs. "Well!" gasped the mother to her daughter, as she softly closed the door again. "What on earth is going on, I should like to know!
I really have been frantic to settle down somewhere, for years. And as for poor Peter! The unfortunate baby has been farmed out in Italy, and boarded in Rome, and flung into English sanitariums, just as need arose! The marvel is he's not utterly ruined. But Peter's unique you'll love him!" "Who's he like, Jean?" "Oh, Sidney! He's Carolan all through."
Tawny-haired, erect, and astonishing in the perfection of his childish beauty, Peter Carolan advanced her a bronzed, firm little hand, and gave her with it a smile that seemed all brilliant color white teeth, ocean-blue eyes, and poppied cheeks.
A moment or two later she entered, wiping her eyes. "The ladies are goin', and wish to spake to yez," she said. Mrs. Trappème and her daughters rose, as Myra and Sheila, clad in their neatly-fitting habits, came into the room. "I am going to accompany Miss Carolan and my brother for a few miles, Mrs. Trappème, so I shall not be here for lunch," said Myra. "Oh, indeed," said Mrs.
Farrow," Sheila explained, "and so took the first steamer." "Where are you staying, Miss Carolan?" asked Myra. "Oh, I've been very fortunate. I have actually secured a room at 'Magnetic Villa, on Melton Hill; in fact I went there just after you had left." Myra clapped her hands with delight. "Oh, how lovely! I shall be there for a week, and my brother and Mr. Mallard are staying there as well."
He's a Carolan, I suppose that's all!" "And you're a Carolan," said the doctor. "And I'm a Carolan," assented the other, briefly. Mary found Jean, serious and composed over her sewing, on the cool north veranda. When they had talked awhile, they went up to see Peter, who was sprawled on the floor, busy with hundreds of leaden soldiers.
Trappème and the Misses Trappème were in "very much evening dress" as Sheila murmured to Myra, and they seemed somewhat surprised that neither Miss Grainger nor Miss Carolan had donned anything more unusual than perfectly-made dainty gowns of cool white Indian muslin. Of course there were more introductions all of which were duly and unnecessarily carried out by Mrs. Trappème.
Tell that nigger of yours to take that infernal bundle away and keep it out of sight, or, by heavens, you and I will quarrel." Lamington, gentleman at heart, apologised: "I am a beast, Grainger. I didn't think of Miss Carolan." When Sheila awakened she had to bid Dick Scott goodbye, for Lamington was taking him back to Chinkie's Flat. "Goodbye, Miss Caroline.
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