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Experience had proved that, however rapid the descent, a toboggan invariably stopped short before this edge was reached, so that it was accepted as a retreat of absolute safety, and, as a rule, there were as many girls resting there as starting from the brow of the hill. All went on merrily, then, until in the very height of the fun Dorothy was seized with an attack of her usual sickness.
Storms to dinner," said Dorothy, her color coming and her eyes beginning to glow. "I will not meet your Storri." "Mr. Storms is not in our set, dear," said Mrs. Hanway-Harley coldly. "He is in my heart," returned Dorothy. The self-willed one seated herself stoutly, and never another word could Mrs. Hanway-Harley draw from her.
She is willing that you should have Dorothy back again. Seeing what a grief the loss of her has been to you, she will try to do without her. 'It is not for that; it is not to oblige me, said Lady Mottisfont quickly. 'One can see well enough what it is for! 'Well, never mind; beggars mustn't be choosers. The reason or motive is nothing to us, so that you obtain your desire.
"I believe I had better rescue my things," mused Dorothy, "for there is no telling where the dragging may end," and, suiting her act to the words, she promptly put a pile of cushions on the highest chair, and began to take from her side of the room such trinkets as are inconceivably dear to the heart of every schoolgirl. How differently her division of the room was decorated!
Dorothy made no further opposition to this arrangement, but kissed her aunt, and went to her chamber. How was it all to be for her? For the last two days she had been radiant with new happiness. Everything had seemed to be settled.
Sir Hokus, using the Cowardly Lion as a footstool, mounted the camel, and then Dorothy climbed on her old friend's back, and the little caravan moved slowly through the forest. "There's a tent in my left-hand saddle sack, but I doubt very much whether you can put it up," said the Doubtful Dromedary, falling in behind the Comfortable Camel. "I doubt it very much indeed."
Yet even now it is good to think, While my few poor varlets grumble and drink, In my desolate hall where the fires sink; Of Dorothy sitting glorious there, In glory of gold and glory of hair, And glory of glorious face most fair; Likewise to-night I make good cheer, Because this battle draweth near, For what have I to love or fear?
I give you my word Chartersea is as ugly as all three heads of Cerberus, and as foul as a ship's barrel of grease. I tell you Miss Dorothy would sooner marry you." "And she might do worse, my Lord," the doctor flung back, with a strut. "Ay, and better. But I promise you Richard and I are not such fools as to think she will marry his Grace. We must have the little coxcomb's letter."
Some of them gals is goin' to pay a mighty high price for just a few days of bein' married. It riles me to think of it." "I hadn't thought of it as you do," said Dorothy. "Well, I hope you'll forgive your Uncle Bud for ragin' and rampin' around like this. I can't talk what's in my heart to folks around here. They're mostly narrow-gauge. I reckon I said enough. Let's go look at that new saddle."
To Dorothy, Richard seemed guilty of overweening arrogance and its attendant, presumption; she could not see the form ethereal to which he bowed. To Richard, Dorothy appeared the dupe of superstition; he could not see the god that dwelt within the idol. To Dorothy, Richard seemed to be one who gave the holy name of truth to nothing but the offspring of his own vain fancy.
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