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"We're not through them yet then?" "Through? Bless me no, we're only just starting, but there's no use hurrying. Tide's right, and we have plenty of time." "I feel as if I'd been lost and found again," said Miss Penny. "If Mr. Pixley comes along we'll induce him in here and leave him to find his way out." "It would take more than you to get Mr. Pixley in here, Hennie," said Margaret quietly.
Hennie bounded forward to open the door and she got in and sank back with oh such a sigh! "Tell him," she gasped, "to drive as fast as he can." Hennie grinned at his friend the chauffeur. "Allie veet!" said he. Then he composed himself and sat on the small seat facing us. The gold powder-box came out again.
They had not much to do with one another in business matters." "I'm glad of that. Do you know" with an introspective look in her eyes "I've an idea " "Hennie Penny?" Margaret nodded. "That would be capital. She'd make him an excellent wife." "I'm sure she would. She's just what he needs. She's as good as gold, and she has more genuine common-sense than anyone I know." "Thousand thanks!"
Meanwhile, the glorious summer days between the askings were golden days of ever-increasing delight to Graeme and Margaret, and of rich enjoyment to Miss Penny. Never was there more complaisant chaperone than Hennie Penny. For, you see, she took no little credit to herself for having helped to bring about their happiness, and the very least she could do was to further it in every way in her power.
But when she does, she knows it, and the hearts of men are her stepping-stones. Hennie Penny was a cautious swimmer. She preferred depths soundable at any moment by the dropping of a foot, and if the foot did not instantly touch bottom she fell into a panic and screamed, which added not a little to the hilarity of their bathes. Margaret and Graeme, however, were both at home in the water.
I'd like to see the man who could make that young person do anything but just what she wishes. Why, she twists us all round her little finger and " "Ay, ay! Well, discipline is good for the young, and you're just nothing but a laddie in some things." "I'm going to keep so all my life. So's Meg! Well, suppose we say ormering then, if congering's too lively. Hennie Penny's an awful dab at ormering.
Hennie Penny persisted in wearing an unbecoming cap like a sponge-bag, which subjected her to comment. Margaret's crowning glory was coiled in thick plaits on top of her head, and if it got wet it got wet and she heeded it not.
Again the poor little puff was shaken; again there was that swift, deadly-secret glance between her and the mirror. We tore through the black-and-gold town like a pair of scissors tearing through brocade. Hennie had great difficulty not to look as though he were hanging on to something. And when we reached the Casino, of course Mrs. Raddick wasn't there.
And I heard you say it with my own two ears, moi qui vous parle, as we say here." "You know perfectly well that I could not possibly do anything else, Hennie. I believe you just did it on purpose. I don't know what's come over you." "John Graeme. I like him. And after all he'd done for us that Coupée, and Venus's Bath, and the Souffleur, and he like to lose his dinner over it all!
And as she slipped her hand through it she felt it trembling the arm that had always been so strong and steadfast in her service and she knew that this too was for her. "Where is Hennie?" she asked. "She's all right. I made her sit down among the bushes and told her she'd surely get smashed if she moved."
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