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"He ought to be told to get out and do something. It isn't right that I should support him." In these days Carrie was introduced to several youths, friends of Miss Osborne, who were of the kind most aptly described as gay and festive. They called once to get Miss Osborne for an afternoon drive. Carrie was with her at the time. "Come and go along," said Lola. "No, I can't," said Carrie.
Food and shelter elsewhere they proffered in abundance. Natzie sat stubbornly at the major's steps, and sadly at first, and angrily later, shook her head to every proposition. Then they brought food, and Lola and Alchisay ate greedily. Natzie would hardly taste a morsel.
Lola MUS' be fair. Wallie mustn't " "That's that Miss Pratt," observed Miss Boke, following William's gaze with some interest. "You met her yet?" "Yeh," said William. "She's been visiting here all summer," Miss Boke informed him.
Affection also might have jealously deterred Jane from giving Lola her father's infrequent letters. But affection cannot excuse what is unworthy; and Lola's thoughts ran vaguely with a distrust which did something to embitter the wholesome tides of life. "I am right to put an end to Miss Combs's unwise benevolence," thought the doctor, as he tied his horse outside the schoolhouse.
And more and stormier words the girl went on to say concerning the commander's household until Mullins himself mildly interposed. But all these things were being told about the garrison, from which Lola and Alchisay had fled in terror to spread the tidings that their princess was a prisoner behind the bars.
Perhaps it was the curious fact that some person had taken it from its frame on board the Lola and destroyed it that first aroused my interest; or it might have been the discovery of it in Muriel's room at Rannoch. Anyhow, it had for me an absorbing interest, for I often wondered whether the unknown girl who had secretly gone ashore from the yacht when I had left it was not Elma Heath herself.
The children also act if required; one of them, Lola, a girl between five and six, was on the stage all through the first act of one of the plays; she had only a few words to speak, and all the rest of the time was moving about; she tried the rocking-chair, she stood irresolute on the side of one foot leaning against a table with a finger to her mouth, she found a ball, tossed it up, missed it and ran after it, she climbed up to a table, got a piece of bread and ate it.
She looked round with the triumphant smile of a successful unraveller of mystery. "How about Le Five O'Clock?" interposed Sir Lulworth. "It would fit either of them equally well," said Odo; "can you remember any details about the jockey's colours? That might help us." "I seem to remember a glimpse of lemon sleeves or cap, but I can't be sure," said Lola, after due reflection.
I took the confounded telegram into a remote corner of the lounge, like a dog with a bone, and growled over it for a time until the humour of the situation turned the growl into a chuckle. Even had I been in sound health and strength, the idea of running off with Lola would have been absurd.
'Lola, he answered, and he went on to say that she was the one woman he had never understood. 'That was her advantage, he said, smiling still; 'for she understood me; yes, she knew me as if she had made me. After a while, he smiled again, and said, 'Yes, I should like to see her now." O'Neill frowned thoughtfully. "Well, she ought to be here if she's his wife," he said.
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