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The school room clock had never ticked off its minutes so slowly as it did that afternoon; each minute seemed like an hour to the excited girls whose minds were centered on Shirley's luck. Deer got all mixed up with their history lessons and Miss Elder cast reproving glances more than once at the Merriweather Girls who were finding it so hard to settle to work. In her heart she didn't blame them.
They embraced first and explained afterwards. Then Shirley got out and was in her mother's arms. "Where's father?" was Shirley's first question. "There he's coming!" The judge, unable to restrain his impatience longer, ran down from the porch towards the gate. Shirley, with a cry of mingled grief and joy, precipitated herself on his breast. "Father! Father!" she cried between her sobs.
Shirley's enthusiasms were in themselves interesting; but she was informed in the world's larger affairs, as became the daughter of a man who was an authority in such matters, and found it pleasant to discuss them with Armitage.
Not the least of the traits which formed Shirley Sumner's character was pride. Proud people quite usually are fiercely independent and meticulously honest and Shirley's pride was monumental.
Then David went home to lay his gift at Shirley's feet. And yet, as he neared the apartment, he felt a strange shrinking from telling her the news, lest she guess what his gift had cost him. He wondered at that. He found Shirley flushed with excitement over news of her own. "Guess who's coming!" David could not guess. "Aunt Clara!" "Why, that's fine," he rejoiced weakly.
For the space of a minute the Mayor weighed his son's future as a corporation attorney against his own future as mayor of Sequoia and Henry lost. "It might be arranged, Colonel," he murmured in a low voice the voice of shame. "It is already arranged," the Colonel replied cheerfully. "Leave your jit at the front gate and drive home in Shirley's car. I'll arrange matters with her."
He understood, of course, that they were sometimes helplessly thrown across it, and were mere expressions of abstract woman with relation to abstract man, but that did not change their nature. He did not abhor them, but he believed he knew them, and he believed now that he detected one of them in Miss Shirley's note. Of course, one could take another view of it.
Asher's face was bright with anticipation. "You are a dreamer, Aydelot." "No, Jim Shirley's a dreamer," Asher insisted. "Mrs. Aydelot and I planned our home the first night she came a bride to our little one-roomed soddy.
Westangle's in that squalid carryall, such as Miss Shirley's having managed instantly to slip indoors before the man came out for Verrian's suit-case, and of her having got to her own appointed place long before there was any descent of the company to the afternoon tea.
"Dozia was a little bit reckless of course," admitted the mentor, "and she did seem to coddle the fact that her hammer fell on Shirley's head. I recall she even said she was glad it hit her and hoped the blow would send the freshie home to her 'maw." Jane wanted to laugh but she refrained. There was a strange proctor in office this year to be considered.
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