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"Day before yesterday she went away, and now to-morrow my mother'll braid my hair." She gave an ecstatic sigh. "If that's all you wanted your cousin Eloise for to braid your hair I guess I could get to do it as well as she did." "Oh, I loved cousin Eloise for everything and I always shall love her," responded the child quickly. "I only meant I didn't have to trouble you long with my hair."
She stopped short, and the pink cheeks grew pale, but in an instant the rich bloom came back to them again. "I tried to find you, Eloise. The boys have just come in almost unannounced," Mat said. "You didn't mean to hide from us, of course," Beverly broke in, as he took the girl's hand, his face beaming with genuine joy at meeting her again.
But tea had been made in her behalf by Juanita too many times for her, not to have the whole proceeding fixed in her memory. "Oh, Eloise, you must not make that tea now!" she exclaimed. "Mustn't I!" "No. It will be spoiled." "Some other things have had the same fate," said Eloise. "It will not be good for anything, Eloise," Daisy persisted, gently.
The girl listened to my stumbling words with eyes full of laughter. "Don't call me Miss St. Vrain, please. Let me be Eloise, and I can call you Gail. Even with your height and your broad shoulders you haven't changed much. And in all these years I was always thinking of you growing up just as you are. Let's sit down and get acquainted again." She offered me her hand and we sat down together.
If this had stopped with us we could forgive after a while, but it runs down to you and Beverly and Eloise and Marcos, who will carry out his father's plans to the letter. So the battle is all to be fought over again. Let me leave you a minute or two. I'll not be gone long."
"There, Eloise, you heard that? It's just as I thought. He is taking a fancy to her." The girl smiled without turning her head. "Oh no, that wasn't your prophecy, mother. You said she was too plain to have a chance with our fastidious host." "Well, didn't she look forlorn last night at the dinner table?" demanded Mrs. Evringham, a challenge in her voice. "Indeed she did, the poor baby.
So Eloise really wishes me to desert the Dons? Queer choice that, for she would make a lovely widow. Oh, well, what's the odds? 'Tis only the question of a ball in the back to-night, or a ball in the front to-morrow. If you chance to have a tuck ready for my hand, friend, I 'll try a dash at the deck just for the sport of it." I shook my head emphatically.
"Barbara is coming to town to spend the Winter with me," Eloise went on, happily. "She's never had a good time and I'm going to give her one. As soon as she's strong enough, and can walk well, I'm going to take her, bag and baggage. It's all I'm waiting here for." In a twinkling, Roger's despair was changed to something entirely different. "Oh," he cried, "I do hope Fido will die.
"A young girl Miss Vashner Miss Eloise Vashner do you remember such a one among your lodgers? She would be singing on the stage, most likely. A fair girl, of medium height and slender, with reddish, gold hair and a dark mole near her left eyebrow." "No, I don't remember the name. Them stage people has names they change as often as their rooms. They comes and they goes.
Both nodded, far too eager to waste time in words, and as rapidly as possible I described those incidents already narrated. At the close Eloise simply thanked me in silence with an appreciative glance, but the priest proved more demonstrative. "Thou hast, indeed, accomplished much, my son," he exclaimed impulsively, clasping and unclasping the slender fingers of his white hands nervously.
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