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Nellie came to a sudden stop and pointed to the houseboat. "Dan Baxter," burst from Dora's lips. "Oh, how did that fellow get here?" "Dora Stanhope!" muttered Baxter, and then he and Lew Flapp ran towards the girls. Both girls were thoroughly alarmed by the unexpected appearance of Dan Baxter and his companion and brought their horses to a standstill.
Green's little garden, which was the housekeeper's one pride. Dick had seen Dora once in that time. The girl had told him about how Josiah Crabtree had searched in vain for the college mentioned in the bogus letter. "He said I played the trick," were Dora's words. "He wants mother to send me to some strict boarding school." "And are you going?" had been Dick's question.
She forged ahead of her, reading pages which Lucy's class had not yet reached. To take Lucy to school was one of the keen joys of Dora's existence. Very often they would fall in with Lucy's bosom friend "Good morning, Lucy." "Good morning, Beckie."
She must see them soon, with your full consent and permission. They can go to her if you will." "You are right, mother," he said, after a few minutes. "They are Dora's children, and she ought to see them; but they must not return to that farm house I can not bear the thought of it. Surely they can meet on neutral ground at your house, say, or in London; and let it be at Christmas."
Suddenly she glanced from John to Mary. Mary stood alone, about three yards from the table, gazing at Charlie. Charlie sat as though paralyzed. He would ruin everything. "Mr. Ellerton," she called sharply. Charlie started up, but before he could reach Dora's side, the latter had turned to Mary and was holding out a friendly hand. Mary responded with alacrity. "Miss Bellairs, isn't it?
He helped me out of my difficulties and I devoted myself to the cloak business with fresh energy. The agonies of my love for Anna were more persistent than those I had suffered after I moved out of Dora's house. But, somehow, instead of interfering with my business activities, these agonies stimulated them. I was like the victim of a toothache who seeks relief in hard work.
The perfume wafted upward from the sleeping garden floats past her and mingles with her scented tresses. No sound comes to mar the serenity of the night, all is calm and silent as the grave. Yet, hark, what is this? A footstep on the gravel path below arouses her attention. For the first time since Dora's departure she moves, and, turning her head, glances in the direction of the sound.
Atkins also brought me a batch of medical journals and a letter. To look at Dora's handwriting one would judge that the young woman must be at least six feet high. The letters are so big and bold that they would never suggest her actual five feet four, with a small fraction of which she is rather proud.
All of the girls had been stopping with her, and now it was decided that Dora, Nellie, and Grace should go to her again. "It's too bad we must part," Dick had said, as he squeezed Dora's hand. "But you are coming East soon, aren't you?" "In a month or two, yes. And what will you do?" "Go back to Putnam Hall most likely if the scarlet fever scare is over."
The tears started to Dora's eyes at these words. She did so long to remain here, where she could hear and partly see now and then, the merry healthy life of these children in the beautiful garden beyond the hedge. It was her only knowledge of true child-life.