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"I must really say good-bye!" she said, rising and gathering her furs about her. "I could talk with you all the morning, Miss Vere, but I have so many engagements! Besides I mustn't detain you! I'm so much obliged to you for your kind reception of me!" "Don't mention, it!" and Violet glanced her over with a kind of sullen sarcasm. "I'm bound to please Lennie when I can, you know!"
"What can I do with such a woman as this," she thought. "And fancy Lennie imagining for a moment that HE could have any power over her!" Aloud, she said "Thelma, you're the oddest creature going a regular heathen child from Norway! You've set up your husband as an idol, and you're always on your knees before him. It's awfully sweet of you, but it's quite absurd, all the same.
"You've got to come and make friends with a new girl." Sadie, Vi, and Tattie quitted their seats so suddenly that Magsie and Wendy, still resting on the handles, came croppers on to the grass. Wendy rolled over into a comfortable position, and did not trouble to rise. "Bunkum!" she remarked incredulously. "Don't try to rag me, Lennie Browne, for it won't come off.
From fourteen-year-old Mollie down to four-year-old Lennie there were eight small Josephs in all in the little log house on the prairie; so that when each little Joseph wanted to give a Christmas box to each of the other little Josephs, and something to Father and Mother Joseph besides, it is no wonder that they had to cudgel their small brains for ways and means thereof.
"Dear Sir, Just a line to let you know my little Myrtil was laid out for dead... After four bottils... gained 8 lbs. in 9 weeks, and is still putting it on." And then the egg-cup of ink would come off the dresser and the letter would be written, and Ma would buy a postal order on her way to work next morning. But it was no use. Nothing made little Lennie put it on.
"You are looking very well, Clara," she said. "Let me see you went to Kissingen in the summer, didn't you?" "Of course I did," laughed her ladyship. "It was delicious! I suppose you know Lennie came after me there! Wasn't it ridiculous!" Mrs. Marvelle coughed dubiously. "Didn't Winsleigh put in an appearance at all?" she asked. Lady Clara's brow clouded. "Oh yes! For a couple of weeks or so.
For he's a jolly good fellow!" began Jess; but Diana promptly squashed her. "Stop that noise! D'you want to give the whole show away, and have Lennie, and Nora, and Betty, and all the rest of the kids swarming down upon us? Anybody who can't keep quiet will be made to walk the plank. Yes, and splash into the river at the other end of it! We wouldn't pick you out either; we'd let you drown!"
"It's not your poor old gran's doing it, my lovey," said old Ma Parker, patting back the damp hair from his little scarlet ears. But Lennie moved his head and edged away. Dreadfully offended with her he looked and solemn. He bent his head and looked at her sideways as though he couldn't have believed it of his gran. But at the last... Ma Parker threw the counterpane over the bed.
"Fool!" muttered Lady Winsleigh to herself, apostrophizing "Lennie" in this uncomplimentary manner. "Fool! I wonder if he thinks I care! He may play hired lacquey to all the women in London if he likes! He looks a prig compared to Philip!" And her gaze wandered, Philip was standing by his wife, engaged in an animated conversation with Lord Winsleigh.
"And why don't you ask where we are going, least curious of women?" "I forgot; indeed I did." "We are going to the White Rose Inn. Ideal name for a place in which to spend one's honeymoon, isn't it?" "Any place would be ideal with you Lennie," and she slipped her little hand into his ruggeder palm.
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