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Miss Helen was full of good advice for the journey, whilst Miss Annie dangled a packet of sandwiches, "In case dear Mavis should need refreshment on the way." "Thanks so much," said Mavis, as she took the little packet, the brown-paper covering of which was already grease-stained from the fat of the sandwiches. "Don't fail to remember me to Mrs Devitt," urged Helen. "I won't forget," said Mavis.
"Father is better, the county judge has waked up, and there is no more danger from the night riders, and so I am going back to the mountains now myself." "Jason has just gone." "I know." "Back to Mavis?" "I don't know." Marjorie smiled with faint mischief and grew serious. "I wonder if you have had the same experience, Gray, that I've had with Mavis and Jason.
And when they had passed out of sight down the lane, she turned back into the house weeping. Little Mavis did not reach the hills. At sunrise a few miles down the road, the two met Steve Hawn on a borrowed horse, his pistol buckled around him and his face pale and sleepless. "Whar you two goin'?" he asked roughly.
If, at any time, Harold's personality had caused her hatred of his family to wane, the sight of Mrs Perkins's baby was sufficient to restore its vigour. Then it occurred to Mavis how her love for Perigal, which she had thought to be as stable as the universe, had unconsciously withered within her.
Once or twice, when owing to Perigal's not making an appearance, Mavis spent the evening alone, she would feel keenly disappointed, and would go home with a strong sense of the emptiness of life. During her day at the office, or when in her lodgings, she was either absent-minded or self-conscious; she was always longing to get away with only her thoughts for company.
When she got there with Harold and Jill, she welcomed the distractions that London life offered, and in which her husband joined so far as his physical disability would permit. Windebank, to whom Harold took a great liking, and Lady Ludlow introduced Mavis to their many acquaintances. In a very short time, Mavis had more dear, devoted friends than she knew what to do with.
Perhaps that's one reason why Miss Mavis doesn't come to table," I added "her chaperon not being able to accompany her." "Her chaperon?" my fellow passenger echoed. "Mrs. Nettlepoint the lady under whose protection she happens to be." "Protection?" Mrs. Peck stared at me a moment, moving some valued morsel in her mouth; then she exclaimed familiarly "Pshaw!"
"Did ye hear whut they was talkin' about?" "Somethin' about the toll-gates." A long silence followed. "The teacher said he was comin' over to see you and pap." "Whut fer?" "I dunno." After another silence Mavis went on: "The teacher is that rock-pecker Jason was always a-talkin' 'bout."
And can't we start a record, year by year, of when we find the first specimens of certain wild flowers, hear the first notes of certain birds, and see migratory birds? It would be ever so interesting." "What a splendid idea! I'd like to second that!" exclaimed Mavis, jumping up in great enthusiasm.
"Everyone noticed it. She's rapidly going from bad to worse." "Anyway, it's as good as put five thousand in my pocket, if not more." "What do you mean?" Montague's explanation modified his wife's ill opinion of Mavis. The next morning, when Devitt thanked his daughter-in-law for influencing Sir Frederick in the way she had done, Mavis said: "I want something in return."
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