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Say, Una, what's the matter with you? Cat got your tongue?" "No," said Una, who could not drag her fascinated eyes from that squirrel muff. Mary leaned past her, picked it up and thrust it into Una's hands. "Stick your paws in that for a while," she ordered. "They look sorter pinched. Ain't that a dandy muff? Mrs. Elliott give it to me last week for a birthday present.
If only she would not have those convictions that it was her duty to tell them things! "Do you know that Rosemary West won't marry your pa because she thinks you are such a wild lot? She's afraid she couldn't bring you up right and so she turned him down." Una's heart thrilled with secret exultation. She was very glad to hear that Miss West would not marry her father.
He had often spoken of his wife, but though always fond of children, few who had not read little Una's name beneath her mother's cross, knew that he was a childless father.
In the midst of a brogue of farewells Jerry fairly bumped into the girl. He took off his hat and apologized, finding himself looking with surprise straight into Una's face. She started back and would have gone on, but Jerry caught her by the arm. "Una!" he said. "Don't you know me?" "Yes, Jerry. Of course, but it seems so strange to see you here " She paused. "To see you down here in the Bowery."
Let not our readers of rank, then, if any such may honor our pages with a perusal, be at all surprised at the expression of Connor O'Donovan when, under the ecstatic power of a love so pure and artless as that which bound his heart and Una's together, he exclaimed, as he did, "Oh! I could pray to God this moment with a purer heart than I ever had before!"
The evening dragged hopelessly and the ladies retired early, while at the foot of the stair I made some fatuous remark about Jerry's possibly having been summoned to town. The "good-nights" were said with an excess of cheerfulness on Una's part and my own which did nothing to conceal from either of us the real nature of our anxiety.
"They have a society of older boys in their camp called the Henkyl Hunters' Brigade. My brother Stud he's a patrol leader belongs to it. And they go on the war-path occasionally and publish a bulletin about their doings." "What's a henkyl?" Una's mouth was wide open; upon its gusty breath rode horned toads and plated lizards, in imaginary solution. "A henkyl!
Una's face flamed upon the bribe, and was so pretty lit by that fixed star in the eye, that it must have been a zero-hearted nickum who could turn his back upon it. "Hold my hat," said Pem: if she had been a boy, the tone would have meant: "Hold my coat while I thrash him!"
But she never let on she saw him and took me away to another part of the garden. After awhile he got up and went away and then Miss Reade said, 'Come over to Aunt Una's seat and I will tell you about her and her lover that man who has just gone out. "'Oh, isn't he too old for a lover? I said. "Beautiful Alice laughed and said it was forty years since he had been her Aunt Una's lover.
There seemed to be no disguise about it. She could not distinguish the words, indeed, the walls being some six feet thick, and two great oak doors intercepting. But Una's clear voice, and the deep bell-like tones of the unknown, made up the dialogue. Alice sprung from her bed, threw her clothes about her, and tried to enter her sister's room; but the inner door was bolted.
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