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He waited from a quarter after seven to half past eight, but Rose didn't come. The thought that perhaps he hadn't taken his station early enough sent him back to another vigil at half past ten. At a quarter to twelve, his patience exhausted, he opened the stage door and told the doorman he was waiting for one of the girls in the sextette. The doorman informed him they had all gone home.
She didn't know what he could do to her; he hadn't prevented, on the spot though he was, one of the happiest things that had befallen her for so long this quick, confident visit of Verena Tarrant. It was only just at the last that he had come in, and Verena must go now; Olive's detaining hand immediately relaxed itself.
"When I showed Rosy our plunder and it hadn't to be taken to his tent either when he heard of it, he came out as anxious and pleased as any of the boys, he was a General interested in our luck more than his own pay, he clapped me on the shoulder right before my men, and all the officers and men looking on, and said: 'Captain, you're a regular trump.
Bob gazed at her in undisguised admiration. "No wonder you look tired. Why, I should think you'd be ready to drop. Hadn't you better go to bed and get a good night's sleep and let me go out to the farm? You can come to-morrow morning." "I'm rested now," insisted Betty. "That hot supper made me feel all right again.
They hadn't been out half long enough, she said. If the ice on the creek had been free from snow, they would have skated for hours, and she thought as long as that sport had been spoiled, they ought to do something to make up for it. Gay had never gathered any mistletoe.
There was delicious looking cake, "some that had been touched with frost, and some that hadn't," as grandpa said, when he passed the basket. But the crowning glory of the supper was a dish of scarlet strawberries, which looked as if they had been drinking dew-drops and sunshine till they had caught all the richness and sweetness of summer.
"How'd I know if I hadn't heard it?" was the pertinent question. "A wolf was sneaking among the trees. I followed him out to the edge of the timber and let him have it between the eyes." "Did you hurt him?" "Since he flopped over and died, I have reason to believe he was hurt." "Good! That's the style always to shoot. Never waste your ammunition. You didn't kill any Injins?" "I saw none at all."
However, Doubleday, who seemed to have an eye for everybody, soon put me at my ease with myself and the rest. What a meal it was! I hadn't tasted such a one since I came to London. Eggs and sardines, lobster and potted meat; coffee and tea, toast, cake, bread-and-butter it was positively bewildering. And the laughing, and talking, and chaffing that went on, too.
Only there again, I couldn't, that is, I hadn't the strength to help it. I beg, however, you won't think me such a downright idiot as to fancy myself worthy of her. In that case, I should have deserved as much scorn as she gave me kindness.
David hadn't seen them do their work, because they had been inside the house all the time, and there wasn't any nice foreman, like Jonathan, who knew him, and who took pains to show him everything there was to show.
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