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Gifford went for the rod, but could not go back without an inquiry at the rectory. "Arabella Forsythe," said Mrs. Dale, "well, as I told brother, I think this is her opportunity. She really is in a bad way, Giff. Lois wasn't hurt at all, wonderful to say; but, naturally, she's in great distress, because she blames herself for the whole thing." "How so?" asked Gifford. "Well, of course," Mrs.
Polly exclaimed, and Lois added her quota of praise. "Put yours up first, Poll," she said. But Polly protested. "No, yours is up already; leave it, and mine can go up next week." So it was decided. "Now, stop work and let's talk," Betty suggested. "Haven't you anything to eat?" "Jam, crackers and peanut butter in the window box," Lois told her.
Now, anything outdoor, and nothing will keep her from it! She turned to Stafford, who was standing with Lois close at hand. "That reminds me to tell you, Captain, how tremendously my daughter enjoyed her ride with you yesterday. If you promise not to get conceited, I will tell you what she said." "I promise!" he said, with a mock gravity which concealed a very real amusement.
"Very little," said Lana, forcing a gaiety she surely did not inspire in others with her haunted eyes that looked at everything, yet saw nothing or so it seemed to me. As we came to our bush-huts, Lois caught sight of the Sagamore for the first time, and held out both hands with a pretty cry of recognition: "Nai, Mayaro!"
Lois laughed. "Miss Crosby told me all about them, they're quite famous. Do you know I'm scared to death," she admitted. There was no set time for the exhibition that night. The Assembly Hall was open at seven-thirty, and the girls came in and looked at the pictures when they wanted to.
I ain't never been able to take much stock in catchin' consumption. There was Mis' Gay night an' day with Susan for ten years, an' she's jest as well as anybody. I should be afraid 'twas a good deal likelier to be in your family. Does Lois cough?" "None to speak of." "Well, there's more kinds of consumption than one." Mrs. Babcock made quite a long call. She shook Mrs.
Carmichael and her companion had already arrived, under the escort of a tall, stoutly built man, who was talking and apparently explaining with great vigor. As Lois entered the circle, he glanced up and smiled at her, revealing a handsome, cheerful face, singularly fresh-colored in comparison with the deep tan of the other men. "That is Mr. Travers," Lois explained.
They went down to visit Aunt Nancy and Aunt Patience, and Margaret took Aunt Eunice up to see Miss Lois Underhill, who had gone on living alone. She said she could never take root in any other place, and perhaps it was true. Her kindly German neighbor looked after her, but she was very grateful for a visit. Steve was building his new house and they thought to get in it by the fall.
"I don't see why it ain't jest as well. You'd better take off your things an' lay down a little while on that sofa there, an' get rested." Lois seldom cried, but she burst out now in a piteous wail. "O mother," sobbed she, "what does it mean? I can't What does it mean? Oh, I'm so frightened! Mother, you frighten me so! What does it mean?" Her mother went up to her, and stood close at her side.
When the cloud hung heavily over his head, he said it was his liver or the heat, and took his cure in the form of solitude, thus escaping his wife's pitiless condemnation. And on this afternoon, yielding to his instinct, he sought to be alone with Lois. Lois never disturbed him or jarred on his worn-out nerves.
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