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Isobel, flitting here and there like a pretty butterfly, divided her enthusiasm. She indulged in a patronizing attitude she would go, of course, to the Everetts', though it was a kids' party and she'd probably be bored to death. But within a few hours of the Great Event a horrible realization overtook Gyp's and Jerry's golden anticipation.
And the horse, slithering round the linhay walls, checked in his own length, unhurt, snorting, frightened, came out, turning his wild eyes on his master, who never stirred, then trotted back into the field, throwing up his head. When, at her words, Summerhay went out of the room, Gyp's heart sank.
By the time little Gyp was Gyp's age, they would all be under the thumb of Watch Committees, live in Garden Cities, and have to account for every half-crown they spent, and every half-hour of their time; the horse, too, would be an extinct animal, brought out once a year at the lord-mayor's show. He hoped the deuce he might not be alive to see it.
Right before him was an unfinished chest of drawers, which he had been making in spare moments for Hetty's use, when his home should be hers. Seth had not heard Adam's entrance, but he had been roused by Gyp's bark, and Adam heard him moving about in the room above, dressing himself.
I don't know your Miss Gray. Even if I did I can't get away with a husky wife and six children at home!" Pat pulled furiously at Gyp's sleeve. A chill that felt like a cold stream of water ran down Gyp's spine. "I don't get on to what you're after, Miss what-ever-your name is, but you're in the wrong pew. I never knew a Miss Gray that I can remember and I guess somebody's been kidding you."
He had not reckoned, perhaps, that she would look so pretty, lying back in his big Oxford chair, with furs thrown open so that her white throat showed, her hair gleaming, a smile coming and going on her lips; her white hand, with polished nails, holding that cigarette; her brown eyes, so unlike Gyp's, fixed on him; her slim foot with high instep thrust forward in transparent stocking.
Oh, I can't wait for school to begin." On their way to the gymnasium, which was in the new wing of the building, the girls met another group. One of these disentangled herself from the arms that encircled her waist and threw herself into Gyp's embrace.
Isobel had resolutely affected utter indifference and had sat reading a book, though more than once she had peeped covertly over Gyp's shoulder down the broad avenue. "There they are!" Tibby had been the first to spy the big car. "Isobel" Gyp screamed "look at her hat!" "I wish she was a boy," groaned Graham again. "Doesn't Uncle Johnny look great? I say come on, let's go down!"
Gyp's face cleared and she tossed her head as much as to say that she was not going to worry any more about it! "Come on, Isobel, I'll treat down at Wood's." "Let me go, too," implored Tibby. Gyp hesitated. "I only have thirty cents " "You owe me ten, anyway," urged Tibby. Graham, in a sudden burst of generosity, relieved the tension of their high finance.
She rose to her feet, somehow those feet of hers still twice their size and stepped out toward the edge of the platform. A thousand spots of black and white that were eyes and noses and hats danced before her; she heard a suppressed titter from the front row. Then, out of it all came Gyp's strained face. Gyp was leaning a little forward, anxiously. Jerry gulped convulsively. Jerry choked.
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