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"I must see about the checks, dear," he said, and hurried off without a glance at the little boy who was guarding Dr. Lavendar's valise. The sun pouring through the high, dusty window, shone into David's eyes. He wrinkled his nose and squinted up at the young lady from under the visor of his blue cap.
Lavendar's face changed; "I hope you will marry, Fenn," he said, quietly. At which John Fenn said, "I am married to my profession; that is enough for any minister." "You'll find your profession a mighty poor housekeeper," said Dr. Lavendar. It was shortly after this that Mr. Fenn and his big roan broke through the snow-drifts and made their way to Henry Roberts's house.
"It gives me one of my old, delightful funny aches. It's dearer and quainter than even Miss Lavendar's stone house." "It's the name I want you to notice especially," said Phil. "Look in white letters, around the archway over the gate. 'Patty's Place. Isn't that killing? Especially on this Avenue of Pinehursts and Elmwolds and Cedarcrofts? 'Patty's Place, if you please! I adore it."
Well, if I can't go to Miss Lavendar's I'll go over and see Mrs. Harrison. Mrs. Harrison's an awful nice woman, I tell you. She keeps a jar of cookies in her pantry a-purpose for little boys, and she always gives me the scrapings out of a pan she's mixed up a plum cake in. A good many plums stick to the sides, you see. Mr.
"It has been a nice summer," said Diana, twisting the new ring on her left hand with a smile. "And Miss Lavendar's wedding seemed to come as a sort of crown to it. I suppose Mr. and Mrs. Irving are on the Pacific coast now." "It seems to me they have been gone long enough to go around the world," sighed Anne. "I can't believe it is only a week since they were married. Everything has changed.
At seventeen dreams DO satisfy because you think the realities are waiting for you further on. When I was seventeen, Anne, I didn't think forty-five would find me a white-haired little old maid with nothing but dreams to fill my life." "But you aren't an old maid," said Anne, smiling into Miss Lavendar's wistful woodbrown eyes. "Old maids are BORN . . . they don't BECOME."
It was in rather a chastened spirit that Robinette set off to see Mrs. Prettyman. "I've been foolish, I've been imprudent; oh! dear me! I've still so much to learn!" she sighed to herself. "No good is ever done by losing one's temper; it only puts everything wrong. I shall have to try and take Mr. Lavendar's advice.
Lavendar's, and sat smoking stolidly for an hour before he unbosomed himself. Dr. Lavendar did not notice his uncommunicativeness; he had his own preoccupations. "William, Benjamin Wright seems to be a good deal shaken this spring?" Silence. "He's allowed himself to grow old. Bad habit." Silence. "Got out of the way of doing things. Hasn't walked down the hill and back for three years.
Yes; I almost kept the little monkey myself; but I suppose it's better for him to be with a woman?" "Of course it is," said William King, and Dr. Lavendar's face fell. "I think she wants to adopt him," William added. Dr. Lavendar shook his head. "I haven't made up my mind about that yet. Not only because of the brother; he comes so rarely he doesn't count.
Lavendar's study, where he tried to appear at ease by patting Danny. "What's the matter with you, Cyrus?" said Dr. Lavendar, looking at him over his spectacles. And Cyrus, somehow, told his troubles. At first Dr. Lavendar chuckled; then he frowned. "Gussie put you up to this, Cy rus?" he said.
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