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Madge's boat came round a slight curve in the bay, dancing toward him. This time Captain Jules spied his guest and saluted her as he would have greeted a superior officer. The little captain blushed prettily as she returned his salute in her best naval fashion. The old captain looked hurriedly toward his small house. There was no sight or sound of any one about.
In the boat where Tom Curtis and Phyllis Alden sat there was a breathless, intense silence. The boy and girl happened to be in the boat with the men who were looking out for the welfare of Captain Jules. Philip Holt was with Madge's tenders. Phyllis knew that there was but one way in which she could follow her chum's course below the surface of the water. She could watch her life and air lines.
Leaving orders to have Madge's horse sponged off and dried, and the best animal in the stable prepared for himself, he said, "Well then, doctor, be on hand to repair damages," and went to his room to change his dress. The doctor did more. He saw that Madge's horse was saddled carefully, meanwhile admiring the beautiful equipment that Graydon had ordered.
The green of Madge's frock was too near the color of the foliage to show through the trees. Eleanor gave up her search in despair. "All right, Madge Morton," she murmured, "if you will go off by yourself without telling a soul where you are going, you must take the consequences though I am so sorry," added Eleanor. "Poor Madge will be so disappointed."
I made no objection to the sheriff serving the paper, though it nearly broke my heart to see Madge's face. To cheer her I said, suggestively, "They've got me, but they haven't got the letters, Miss Cullen. And, remember, it's always darkest before the dawn, and the stars in their courses are against Sisera." With the sheriff and Mr.
But I do not believe your uncle and aunt will stand in your way if you really wish to come to me." Mrs. Curtis concluded in the tone of a woman accustomed to having her own way. She was puzzled at Madge's indecision. "Are you sure you care for me enough to wish me to live with you, Mrs. Curtis?" asked Madge quietly. "You see, you know only the nicest part of me, but I have a miserable temper.
I set it down as odd that so manly a lad should so openly show liking for a cat. The conduct of the animal in its making acquaintance with the dog; the good-humoured assurance of the one, and the cautious coyness of the other; amused us till presently Madge's voice was heard; and then we saw her coming from the garden, speaking to her father, who walked bareheaded beside her.
The pony threw back her head, neighed softly, then came trotting over to her mistress and appropriated the apple; but the next instant Madge's hand was in her mane, and she vaulted lightly on Dixie's slippery back, still keeping a tight hold. "Nellie," she called, as she cantered past her cousin, "tell Aunt Sue she must forgive my riding bareback this time. I never will again.
Do you think I care so much for the sea because my father was a sailor?" "I suppose you do, my dear," returned the chaperon, who sat listening to Madge's animated chatter with an indulgent smile. Several days had passed since the ball, and the girls had settled down to a thorough enjoyment of their floating home.
I am bored to death with near-bad people, Mrs. Flippin, and near-good ones. I'd much rather have them real saints and real sinners." The nurse came in just then, and Mrs. Flippin went away. And after a time the house was very still. Madge's bed was close to the window. Outside innumerable fireflies studded the night with gold. Now and then a screech-owl sounded his mournful note.
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