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Nobody even suggested a possibility of her going home again, even to pack her trunk. Mrs. De Guenther casually volunteered to do that, a little after the housekeeper had told her where her rooms were. She had been consulting with the housekeeper for what seemed ages, when she happened to want some pins for something, and asked for her suit-case. "It's in your rooms," said the housekeeper. "Mrs.
It's just as well not to think of old age when all the idea brings up is a vision of a nice, clean Old Ladies' Home. "But you said he was an invalid?" she said aloud. "Yes, I regret to say," answered Mr. De Guenther.
And now maybe something oh, please, the very smallest kind of a something would be welcomed! was going to occur. Maybe Mrs. De Guenther had sent her a ticket to a concert; she had once before. Or maybe, since you might as well wish for big things while you're at it, it might even be a ticket to an expensive seat in a real theatre!
She dared not open her purse and appease him by giving him money she had too much with her. That morning she had received the check for her monthly income from Mr. De Guenther, sent Wallis down to cash it, and then stuffed it in her bag and forgotten it in the distress of the day. The man might take the money and strike her senseless, even kill her. "To-morrow," she said, going rapidly on.
De Guenther gently, as she helped Phyllis choose furniture. "I am going to try the only thing Allan's mother seems to have omitted," said Phyllis dauntlessly. "A complete change of surroundings." "Oh, my dear!" breathed Mrs. De Guenther. "It may help poor Allan more than we know!
The elderly gentleman nodded again, crossed to Isaac and his ponderous volumes, and began to talk to him with that benign lack of haste which usually means a very competent personality. Phyllis hurried somewhat with Robin Hood among his little fishes, and felt happier. It was always, in her eventless life, something of a pleasant adventure to have Mr. De Guenther or his wife drop in to see her.
De Guenther, scholarly, soft-voiced, and courteously precise, was also allowed to be present at rehearsals; not because of the costuming, but because he remembered performances at the Savoy when he was a young man in London, and could coach them in the business. "With a whole village full of people, I should think you could!" said Gail. "The trouble with you is, Clarry, you're lazy."
The French Alexandrine was also brought into vogue by this school, whose immorality was carried to the highest pitch by Guenther, the lyric poet, who, in the commencement of the eighteenth century, opposed marriage, attempted the emancipation of the female sex, and, with criminal geniality, recommended his follies and crimes, as highly interesting, to the world.
"I was about to add that we have not seen you at your work all these years without knowing you to have the kind heart and sense of honor requisite to poor Angela's plan. We feel sure you could be trusted to take the place. Mr. De Guenther has asked his friend Mr. Johnston, the head of the library, such things as we needed to supplement our personal knowledge of you.
"Did you? Did you, dear?" asked Mrs. De Guenther, beaming. "Then you think you will do it?" The Liberry Teacher rose, and squared her straight young shoulders under the worn net waist. "If Mrs. Harrington thinks I'll do for the situation!" she said gallantly, and laughed again.
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