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"Oh! yes, Aunt Dorrie, I do understand that." "I'm sure you do, child, or you would not be here. And so I set you free, little Joan, I wish you luck and success, but if you find the chance is not your chance, my darling, will you come as frankly to me as you have come to-night?"
But young Mr. Daunt was serious and rebuked her. "This isn't any lark we're on up here, Dorrie! Dad needs to have everybody's good will and I'm doing my little best on the side-lines for him. And he isn't tickled to pieces by your quitting. It's a big project we're gunning through this legislature!" "It may be so! It probably is!
"We have found it very warm and close up in the mountains," the gentleman resumed, "and I now regret that I did not send my sister to the sea at the beginning of the summer." Katherine inquired for Mrs. Seabrook, who had scarcely referred to herself in her letter, and expressed her regret that Dorrie had seemed to lose ground.
But perhaps I ought to go on and take a look at Dorrie," said the physician, thoughtfully. "No, Phil; come with me. I am heavy-hearted, discouraged, and I need to be comforted," said the much-tried woman, the sound of tears in her voice. "Miss Minturn is very nice with Dorothy," she continued, struggling for self-control; "the child always seems happy and to forget herself when she is with her.
Both children worshipped Doris Auntie Dorrie, they were taught to call her and it was amusing to watch their relations to her. To please her, to win her approval, were their highest hopes. Mary clearly preferred Nancy and, for that reason, gave more attention to Joan. When the children were nearly two Doris wrote to David Martin: "I am coming home.
With that groping that all mothers feel when they first confront the individual in the child they believed they knew Doris asked her question. "I've used Nancy and me all up!" was Joan's astonishing reply. "All up?" the two meaningless words were the most that Doris could grasp. "Yes, Aunt Dorrie.
Daunt manfully did his best to get that situation out of the chancery of embarrassing silence. "Lana, the three of us are too good friends to allow this foozle to make us feel altogether silly. Despite present appearances I don't go around making speeches on a certain subject. Nor will I lay it all on Dorrie by saying, 'The woman tempted me and I fell."
"Joan's room is a dream, Nan, come and see it!" called Doris, and Nancy could be heard running and laughing to inspect the Prodigal's quarters. "It looks divine!" she ejaculated. "Push that pink dogwood back a little, Aunt Dorrie make it like a frame around the mirror for the dear's face." "How's that, Nan?" "Exactly right. Aunt Dorrie?" "Yes, my dear girl."
Mary likes Nancy best, for I cannot make truth when I want to. Aunt Dorrie truth is a a thing, isn't it?" "Yes, darling. But we we see it differently, that is all." This was comforting to Joan, and she smiled.
"Dorrie, you shame me, every day, by your implicit faith!" faltered the woman, tears raining over her face. "No no; not 'implicit, mamma, for that would make the other curve straight this very minute. But I know it is going to he, sometime, for God made the real me upright and nothing can deprive me of my birthright." Half an hour later Prof. Seabrook came in, looking a trifle pale and anxious.
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