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"Come, then, to the Laurels with me, and you need not return until bedtime to-night, unless you choose." Vi's face brightened, then clouded again. "Thank you, mamma, I will go, yet it will be putting off the evil day for but a very little while." "It will give you time to think and analyze your own feelings, so that you will be the better prepared for the next assault," was the playful rejoinder.
Laddie could not have tied the string on Vi's doll very strong, for she slipped off into the water. "Oh, your doll will be drowned!" cried Rose. "No, she can't drown! She's rubber," answered Vi. "I'll just play she had a bath in the lake." "Well, it's a good thing it was your doll and not mine, that fell in," went on Rose, "'cause my doll's a sawdust one this one is.
At last Innocent had reluctant recourse to Count Walter of Brienne, the French husband of Tancred's daughter Albina, and now a claimant for the hereditary fiefs of Tancred, Lecce, and Taranto, from which, despite Henry VI's promise, he had long been driven. For almost the first time in Italian history, Frenchmen were thus called in to drive out the Germans.
He knew whereof she was made. It was proof of his sudden, forced maturity, that unfaltering acceptance of the fact. "Talk of helpin'! Strikes me poor Vi's helpin' more than anybody, by clearin' out like she's done." That was how, with a final incomparable serenity, he made it out. But his mother took it all as so much wildness, the delirium, the madness, born of his calamity.
Three days after Clement VI's bull had been published in the capital, the chief-justice was ready for a public examination of two accused persons. The two culprits who had first fallen into the hands of justice were, as one may easily suppose, those whose condition was least exalted, whose lives were least valuable, Tommaso Pace and Nicholas of Melazzo.
Mamma Vi and our little ones are all right also; I have just had a talk with your mamma, through the telephone." "Oh, I am glad! How nice it is that we can talk in that way to the folks at Ion and the other places where Mamma Vi's relations live!" "Yes; a telephone is really a blessing under such circumstances.
"Come on, Mun Bun and Margy!" called Rose as she saw Russ and Laddie start down the beach with George and his dog. "We'll go and see what it is. Vi, you take Mun Bun's hand and I'll look after Margy." "Shall we leave our dolls here?" asked Vi. "Yes. There's nobody here now and we can go faster if we don't carry them," answered Rose. "Here, Mun Bun and Margy, leave your dolls with Vi's and mine.
"Oh, Russ mustn't do that!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker. "Of course I'll make him stop!" She went down to the beach with Violet, and, just as they came within sight of the group of children, they heard Rose say: "Oh, Russ! Now you've done it! You have drowned Vi's doll!" "Dear me!" exclaimed the children's mother, as she hurried along beside Violet to help settle whatever trouble Russ had caused.
Raymond did not take Vi's answer as a decided rejection, and within twenty-four hours had won from her an acknowledgment that she was not indifferent to him, and persuaded her to promise him her hand at some far-off future day. All seemed well contented with the arrangement, and the week that followed was a very delightful one to the lovers.
But when Cousin Tom put down the long-handled crab net and scooped up the white object, it was found to be a bit of paper. "Oh, dear!" sighed Russ. "I wish it was Vi's doll!" He felt bad about the sorrow he had caused his little sister.
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