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But her husband thought only of his child; unless, perhaps, of himself; and drew none. Regularly after supper he would draw Nettie to his arms and sit with her head on his shoulder; silent generally, only he would sometimes ask her what she would like. The first time he put this inquiry when Mr. Lumber was out of the way, Nettie answered by asking him to read to her. Mr.
"Where's my namesake? The pretty one just c-coming, with the ugly driver? Why, he's Sandy's friend, isn't he?" Sandy winced under her teasing, but he held his peace. The first heat Nettie won; the second, the sorrel; the third brought the grand stand to its feet. Even the revolving procession halted breathless. "Now they're off!" cried Annette, excitedly. "Mercy, how they g-go!
She had come close up to him, but she trembled. What possible chance could she have? "Hollo!" said Mr. Mathieson, turning suddenly. "Nettie! what's to pay, girl?" He spoke roughly, and Nettie saw that his face was red. She trembled all over, but she spoke as bravely as she could. "Father, I am come to invite you home to supper to-night. Mother and I have a particular reason to want to see you.
On the dresser, in a cut-glass bowl, were little Nettie Prentice's lilies that Nan had carried all the way from Meadow Brook, and they were freshened up beautifully, thanks to Dorothy's thoughtfulness in giving them a cold spray in the bath tub. "What a lovely room!" Nan exclaimed, in unconcealed admiration. "Do you like it?" said Dorothy.
Sandy wasted no time in diplomacy; he struck straight out from the shoulder. "If it's doing something you don't want to, you don't have to, Nettie. I'm here." Carter stopped his horse. "Will you get down?" he demanded angrily. "After you," said Sandy. Carter measured his man, then stepped to the ground. Sandy promptly followed.
When I reached the house I found that Mrs. MacDonald had telephoned over to ask about all of you, and to see how Celia was. When she heard where you were and all about it, she said she would send over her sleigh and I could go for you and Nettie in it, and so as that seemed a good arrangement I was going to put it into execution. We had decided to leave a note for Mrs.
"Nobody shall go gazing and talking over him, and making a wonder of poor Fred," said Nettie to herself, shaking off from her long eyelashes the tear which came out of the compunction of her heart. "Poor Fred!" She sat down on one of the chairs of the little hall beside that closed door.
"I'll wait," he said, "and if you will give me a shovel I'll make a path to your gate. I reckon you're right about staying, sissy. I've got two little girls of my own and I know I shouldn't like them to be left alone either one of them." Edna hurried through her note which said: "Dear mother, I am with Nettie Black. She lives in the first little house on the side road on the way to the old mill.
Then, as one still descended, the houses and buildings rose up, the presence of those watching groups of people, the tension of the situation; and one forgot the sky. Preoccupied with myself and with my dark dream about Nettie and my honor, I threaded my course through the stagnating threat of this gathering, and was caught unawares, when suddenly the whole scene flashed into drama. . . .
Some vision surely of these things must have been vouchsafed me as I sat there behind Melmount's couch, but now my knowledge of accomplished things has mingled with and effaced my expectations. Something indeed I must have foreseen or else why was my heart so glad? Section 1 So far I have said nothing of Nettie. I have departed widely from my individual story.
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