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Everything need not begin at Westover all at once. But Dakie Thayne broke in. "Did you think of that?" said he. "It's a capital idea." "Ideas are rather apt to be that," said Adelaide Marchbanks. "It is the carrying out, you see." "Isn't it pretty nearly carried out already? It is only to organize what we are doing as it is." "But the minute you do organize!
But Imogen walked away quite unconcernedly, and Jeannie Hadden followed her. These two, as nearest in age, were growing intimate. Ginevra was almost too old, she was twenty. They played a four-ball game then; Leslie and Etty against Elinor and Dakie Thayne.
To find a tutor for the boys proved less easy than Mrs. Thayne anticipated. There seemed a dearth of available young men in Jersey and she had about decided to send Roger to the best school and let Win work as he chose by himself, when Mr. Angus heard of a young Scotchman, already acting as secretary to a gentleman in St. Helier's and who could give the boys his afternoons.
Thayne what she felt sure they must hear, when they had to leave Greenley Street and go into that cheap little lodging-room, and she had to stay away from her mother all day long? She remembered the time when she had thought it would be nice to have a "few things;" nice to earn her own living; to be one of the "Other Girls." Desire Ledwith found nobody at home at Mr. Vireo's.
The two had already made up their minds to be friends. In fact, Master Thayne would hardly have acquiesced in being led up for introduction to any other young girl in the room. There had been something in Leslie Goldthwaite's face that had looked kind and sisterly to him. He had no fear of a snub with her; and these things Mr. Wharne had read, in his behalf, as well.
He would do something, and let you know. A real business man would make this Saftleigh fellow afraid." The Thaynes Mrs. Dakie Thayne is our dear little old friend Ruth Holabird, you know had been visiting in Boston; staying partly here, and partly at Mrs. Frank Scherman's. At Asenath's they were real "comfort-friends;" Asenath had the faculty of gathering only such about her.
Dakie Thayne read stories to them sometimes: Miss Craydocke had something always to produce and to summon them to sit and hear; some sketch of strange adventure, or a ghost marvel, or a bright, spicy magazine essay; or, knowing where to find sympathizers and helpers, Dakie would rush in upon them uncalled, with some discovery, or want, or beautiful thing to show of his own.
Next morning, Nurse's call seemed incredibly early to Frances, though she found the whole household awake and exchanging greetings. Mrs. Thayne decided to accompany Win and Fran, and Roger alone remained in bed. The stars still shone brightly, making it seem the middle of the night, save for the hurrying groups bound for church, some still singing carols or hymns.
Yes, Estelle, she does look more like the Averys than you, though I saw the resemblance in your face also." "Isn't the whole thing just like a story?" Frances confided to her mother at bed-time. "What do you think will happen now?" "I don't know," admitted Mrs. Thayne.
Ruth laughed, not aloud, only a little single breath, over her work. Dakie Thayne leaned back. "What, if you please, Miss Ruth?" "I was thinking of the opportunities down," Ruth answered. It was several days after this that the young party drifted together again, on the Westover lawn. A plan was discussed. Mrs.
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