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"What a noble little fellow!" exclaimed Robinette, catching the direction of Lavendar's glance. "Isn't he splendid? toiling like that; stumping about on those fat brown legs!" "How beautiful to have a child like that, of one's own!" thought Lavendar as he looked. On the sands around them, there were numbers of such children playing there in the sun. It seemed a happy world to him at the moment.
He had been summoned just as he was sitting down to breakfast, and he had gone instantly, leaving Mary wringing her hands at the double distress of a dreadful calamity and Dr. Lavendar's going without his breakfast. When he saw William King he asked no questions, except: "Who will tell his grandfather?" But of course there was only one person to tell Mr. Benjamin Wright, and Dr. Lavendar knew it.
He is only coming as any old friend might." Anne had her own opinion about that as she hastened into the house to write a note at Miss Lavendar's desk. "Oh, it's delightful to be living in a storybook," she thought gaily. "It will come out all right of course . . . it must . . . and Paul will have a mother after his own heart and everybody will be happy. But Mr.
Drayton; "I cannot do much for my fellow men in active mission-work. But I give my prayers." However, neither Mrs. Drayton's prayers nor Mrs. Lavendar's sermons, the Captain smoked every moment, the ashes of his pipe or cigar falling unheeded on a vast and wrinkled expanse of waistcoat. No; he was not a romantic object.
Richie was not there, and in his disappointment he was as blind to Old Chester's curious glances as he was deaf to Dr. Lavendar's sermon. The long morning loitered past. After dinner the Wright family dispersed for its customary Sunday afternoon nap. The senior warden, with The Episcopalian, as large as a small blanket, spread over his face, slept heavily in the library; Mrs.
"Swear, though!" repeated Carnaby in deadly earnest. And Lavendar swore, of course. But an influence very unlike Lavendar's and a spirit very different from Robinette's enfolded Carnaby de Tracy in his home and fought, as it were, for his soul.
Jonas had buttoned the big apron up in front of him, and it was already shining wet; the steaming horses were pounding restlessly in the mud. She did not look about her. With unsteady hands she pulled her veil down; then she said faintly, "Good-by " She hardly returned the friendly pressure of Dr. Lavendar's hand.
Pryor, watching the April sunshine chased over the hills by warm cloud shadows and bursting into joy again on the low meadows, reflected that he had done well for himself in exchanging the dark cavern of the stage for Dr. Lavendar's easy old buggy and the open air.
"Oh, Miss Shirley, ma'am, what is that in prose?" gasped the mystified Charlotta. Anne laughed. "In prose, an old friend of Miss Lavendar's is coming to see her tonight." "Do you mean an old beau of hers?" demanded the literal Charlotta. "That is probably what I do mean . . . in prose," answered Anne gravely. "It is Paul's father . . . Stephen Irving.
Anne found the two of them there when she came out of the stone house, and something in Miss Lavendar's face made her hate to disturb them. "I'm afraid we must go, Paul, if we want to get home before dark. Miss Lavendar, I'm going to invite myself to Echo Lodge for a whole week pretty soon." "If you come for a week I'll keep you for two," threatened Miss Lavendar.
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