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Miss Naylor continued to peer across the rosebush; but her thin face, close to the glistening leaves, had become oddly soft, pink, and girlish. At a deeper breath from Greta, the little lady put down her basket, and began to pace the lawn, followed dubiously by Scruff. It was thus that Christian came on them.
And the worthy gentleman, growing more garrulous and confidential with his nephew as he grew older, told many affecting instances of the evil results consequent upon this want of caution to many persons in "society;" how from using too ardent expressions in some poetical notes to the widow Naylor, young Spoony had subjected himself to a visit of remonstrance from the widow's brother, Colonel Flint; and thus had been forced into a marriage with a woman old enough to be his mother: how when Louisa Salter had at length succeeded in securing young Sir John Bird, Hopwood, of the Blues, produced some letters which Miss S. had written to him, and caused a withdrawal on Bird's part, who afterward was united to Miss Stickney, of Lyme Regis, &c.
Scruff' has a sore toe; it is because he has eaten too much meat. "It is not nice without you, Chris, and Miss Naylor says I am improving my mind here, but I do not think it shall improve very much, because at night I like it always best, when the shops are lighted and the carriages are driving past; then I am wanting to dance.
Miss Naylor, who had gone into the house, came back, saying: "There is a strange man standing over there by the corner of the house." "Really!" asked Mrs. Decie; "what does he want?" Miss Naylor reddened. "I did not ask him. I don't know whether he is quite respectable. His coat is buttoned very close, and he doesn't seem to have a collar." "Go and see what he wants, dear child," Mrs.
"Ah!" he cried, letting it go suddenly, and striking at his forehead, "it is too terrible; only yesterday he spoke to me of sherry. Is there nobody, then, who can do good?" "There is only God," replied Miss Naylor softly. "God?" said Herr Paul in a scared voice. "We can all pray to Him," Miss Naylor murmured; little spots of colour came into her cheeks. "I am going to do it now."
What right have you to dog me in this way?" "My dear sir, we have as much right here as any one else; and if we find a man dying here of cold and fatigue " "What business of yours, if I choose to die?" "There is no harm in your dying, sir," says Naylor.
Miss Naylor bobbed her head; a tear trickled off her nose. "Do let us wind your skein of woof!" she said with resounding gaiety. Some half-hour later Mrs. Decie called Christian to her room. "My dear!" she said; "come here a minute; I have a message for you." Christian went with an odd, set look about her mouth.
On April 1st, the Government took charge of the flood situation. Captain W. K. Naylor hastened to commandeer steamboats and patrol the river to pick up flood sufferers. Mayor Charles Heilman left for Mount Vernon to take charge of rescue work in that section. Thirty thousand persons within a radius of ninety miles around Mount Vernon were calling for help on April 4th.
Saffron was not a friend of mine," Naylor found it necessary to explain. "I had few opportunities of observing his way of life, even if I had felt any wish to do so." "I suppose Beaumaroy knew all about his affairs," she suggested. "As to that, I think you must ask Mr. Beaumaroy himself."
You must make her talk, or manage to be around while some one else does," Naylor answered, waving aside obstacles with the noble scorn of one whose business it is to set others to conquer them. "I want a good snappy interview, understand, and descriptions for some red-hot pictures, if you can't get photos.
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