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"I am glad you have been happy, dear," said Frances, ignoring the parts of Fluff's speech which related to herself. "But it is on that very subject I want now to speak to you. You like living at the Firs, don't you, Fluff?" "Why, of course, Frances. It was poor mamma's" here the blue eyes brimmed with tears "it was darling mother's wish that I should come here to live with you and the squire.
Rutford looked at John and Fluff. Large fat tears were trickling down Fluff's cheeks. Somehow he felt convinced that John was involved in a frightful row. "Run away, Kinloch," said his house-master. "I wish to speak with Lawrence and Verney." He turned to Lawrence as he spoke. John glanced at Scaife. His eyes were open. Silently, Scaife placed a trembling finger upon his lips.
In the midst of her song the squire broke in with a sudden question. "What do you mean by saying I am unkind to Frances?" Fluff's guitar dropped with a sudden clatter to the floor. "You won't let her marry Philip she loves him with all her heart, and he loves her. They have cared for each other for ten long years, and now you are parting them.
More cheers as the second man in strolls down the steps. A careful cove, so the Duffer tells his father one who will try to break the back of the bowling. "They're taking off Fluff's brother," the Caterpillar observes. A thick-set young man holds the ball. He makes some slight alteration in the field. The wicket-keeper stands back; the slips and point retreat a few yards.
The squire was alone; even the irritating strain of "Sweethearts" no longer annoyed him. Fluff had ceased to play Fluff's gay little figure was no longer visible; the man who had paced up and down under the distant trees had disappeared; Frances's gray dress was nowhere to be seen. The whole place was still, oppressively still not a bee hummed, not a bird sung.
How old are you, Fan, really? I forget." "I am twenty-eight, dear." "Are you?" Fluff's blue eyes opened very wide. "You don't look old, at any rate," she said presently. "And I should judge from your face you didn't feel it." The ancient cab, which contained Ellen's boxes and numerous small possessions, trundled slowly down the avenue; the girls followed it arm in arm.
Carnegie, and began to whisper an elaborately got-up scheme into that lady's ear, to all of which she listened with glowing eyes, her hands clasping Fluff's, her attention riveted on the sweet and eager face. "It's my plot," concluded the narrator. "Philip doesn't much like it not some of it but I say that I will only help him in my own way."
I won't do any mischief, I promise you. Oh, if only you knew how important it is that I should find out!" The lawyer considered for a moment. Fluff's pretty words and beseeching gestures were having an effect upon him. After all, if there was any chance of benefiting Miss Kane, why should the squire's miserable secret be concealed?
Do start for your walk, Frances, or you won't be in time to welcome your hero." Frances started off at once. She was amused at Fluff's words. "It is impossible for the little creature to guess anything," she said to herself; "that would never do. Philip should be quite unbiased. It would be most unfair for him to come here as anything but a perfectly free man.
She is often troubled oh, yes, she knows what trouble is but she never sulks, never!" "Look here, Fluff," said Arnold. "I may call you Fluff, may I not?" "I don't mind." Fluff's big eyes began to dilate. She stretched out her hand to draw her guitar once more to her side. She was evidently willing to be reasonable. "Look here," repeated Arnold.
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