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Tempest didn't care a straw," Vixen answered, laughing. "But she thinks me wanting in dignity for liking to have a romp with the school-children." All the baskets were in by this time, and Titmouse was in a paroxysm of impatience; so Mr. and Mrs.
Squire Clamp was an ill-favored man, heavy-browed and bald, and with a look which, in a person of less consequence, would have been called "hang- dog," owing partly, no doubt, to the tribulation he had suffered from his vixen spouse, whose tongue was now happily silenced. He made all the wills, deeds, and contracts, and settled all the estates he could get hold of.
After a long sleepless night of tossing to and fro, Vixen rose with the first stir of life in the old house, and made herself ready to face the bleak hard world. Her meditations of the night had brought no new light to her mind. It was very clear to her that she must go away as far as possible from her old home. Her banishment was necessary for everybody's sake.
"He's a strapping man, whatever he is," commented a third. "Well, she's a big lump of a girl, too," contributed a fourth. "Yes, and a vixen with her tongue when she gets started, for all her prim looks," added a fifth. "She has tricky ways that get over the men-folks. Mine won't hear a word against her."
"Now look at that little creature, doctor. She seems as soft as a dove, as gentle as a lamb; but she is perfectly lawless. She defies me, abuses me, and upon occasion thrashes me. Would you believe it of her?" demanded Mr. Fabian, gazing with pride and delight on his good little wife. "Oh, yes; I can quite believe it. She looks a perfect shrew, vixen, virago! Oh, how I pity you, Mr.
"And the gentleman who wanted to marry you, how thankful must he be!" thought Rorie dumbly. "Yet there have been moments of depression when I have been weak enough to regret those early days," sighed Miss Skipwith. "At best our strength is tempered with weakness. It is the fate of genius to be lonely. And now I suppose I am to lose you, Violet?" "I am summoned home to poor mamma," said Vixen.
Can I really believe this?" asked Miss Skipwith, appealing to Violet. "Rorie never told a falsehood in his life," Vixen answered proudly. "I feel myself in a most critical position, my dear child," said Miss Skipwith, looking from Roderick's frank eager face to Vixen's downcast eyelids and mantling blushes. "I had hoped such a different fate for you.
"I should think not," ejaculated the Vicar; "unless you wanted to commit murder and suicide. Don't you think you could make him go a little steadier? He's going rather like a dog with a tin kettle at his tail, and if the kettle were to tip over " "Oh, he'll settle down presently," said Vixen coolly. "I don't want to interfere with him; it makes him ill-tempered. And if he were to take to kicking "
The next second his senses returned, and he saw that he must make the best of it. "You vixen!" he said, with a laugh, and caught the girl by the wrist. "I will make you pay for that." As he tried to draw her to him, she whipped from her dress a small stiletto which she wore as an ornament, and drew it back.
"My dear, for poor people wild flowers are very nice, and show good feeling but the rich must have monuments. There could be nothing too splendid for your dear papa," added the widow tearfully. She was always tearful when she spoke of her dear Edward, even now; though she was beginning to find that life had some savour without him. "No," said Vixen, "but I think papa will like the flowers best."
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