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I want to think about what I can do for that family. I'll give her my own room if I have to, but she's goin' to the country!" Daphne came in soon, and looked quickly at Drusilla's flushed, excited face. "Did you have a nice time, Miss Doane? Isn't it a wonderful work?" "Yes, I had a lovely time, and I learnt a lot. Thank you so much for your tea, Mis' Harris. I'm real glad I come."
It was useless to tell himself that his father was not responsible. Out of the heart the mouth had spoken. And there were other people who felt as his father did there had been Drusilla's questions, the questions of others there had been, too, averted faces.
And he looked and looked and, the old man looked, and the wooden trumpeters blew out their cheeks, 'Trutter-a-trutt, trutter-a-trutt where is the Tin Soldier? trutter-a-trutt . "But they did not find him, for the Tin Soldier had fallen through a crack in the floor, and there he lay as in an open grave." Drusilla's voice was heard in the lower hall, and the deeper voice of Captain Hewes.
Just in front he sat, looking up at her, his eyes filled with pride. She had made him happy. Her heart was very full. Her eyes after a time went again over the audience. And behind her father sat a boy, the one she had seen at Drusilla's. His eyes seemed to be searching her face. She smiled at him and he smiled in return. The evening was over. Suzanna was down in the audience.
There was the warmth of the car, of the fur rugs and Derry's fur coat, Jean's own velvet wrap of heavenly blue, the fragrance of her violets. Somewhere far away men were fighting there was the mud and cold of the trenches somewhere men were suffering. She tried not to think of them. Her cheek was against Derry's. She was safe safe. Captain Hewes went away that night Drusilla's accepted lover.
But the old woman said often, fatalistically, "They will not always escape but it will be for France." The old woman had soup on the fire for Drusilla's supper. The room was faintly lighted. "What is it?" she asked, as the girl dropped down on the doorstep. "My Captain is dead " The old woman rose and stood over her. "It comes to all." "I know." "Will you eat your soup?
I seen it a-comin' a long time. What you and Dr. Eaton been doin'?" "We haven't been doing anything. Only I walked home with him from your house last night, and we walked a while and and Mother and Father talked to me, and " "Yes, your father's held some forth to me about Dr. Eaton, but I only laugh at him. I like that young man." Daphne snuggled her hand into Drusilla's.
She found a quiet little man, dressed in black. "Miss Doane," he said with a smile, "I am the Presbyterian clergyman from Adams, your old home, and as I was in town I thought I would come to see you." Suspicion jumped into Drusilla's old eyes. "Won't you set down?" she said, rather coldly for her. The stranger sat down. "Did you take the place of old Dr. Smith?" Drusilla asked.
'Allons, enfants de la patrie, Jeanne d'Arc, la victoire est pour vous " There was a new note in Drusilla's voice. A note of tears as well as of triumph and at the last word she broke down and covered her face with her hands. In the sudden stillness, the Captain strode across the room and took her hands away from her face. "Drusilla," he said before them all, "do you care as much as that?"
Seems the doctor said as he thought as it was a golden-headed oriole but the friend thought as it was a mud hen. So he give it to Drusilla's youngest boy to raise in a flat for his birthday. Well, Mrs. Macy says bein' raised in a flat was surely most new to the animal as very soon turned out to be a duck.
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