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The deaf and dumb boy was grinning at them with an expression of utter derision. He stuck out his tongue. The little captain's cheeks flamed. As usual, anger inspired her to action. She sprang to her feet. "Don't you worry, Phil Alden," blazed Madge. "This wretch of a boy is going to lead us home by the very quickest route and don't you forget it."
Why, she must come, of course!" "I don't see why," Alden objected, gloomily. "I don't like strange women." "It is not a question of what we like or don't like, my son," she returned, in gentle reproof. "She is in trouble and she needs something we can give her." "When people are in trouble, they usually want either money or sympathy, or both." "Sometimes they only need advice."
In the boat where Tom Curtis and Phyllis Alden sat there was a breathless, intense silence. The boy and girl happened to be in the boat with the men who were looking out for the welfare of Captain Jules. Philip Holt was with Madge's tenders. Phyllis knew that there was but one way in which she could follow her chum's course below the surface of the water. She could watch her life and air lines.
Without an instant's hesitation Phyllis Alden dropped to the ground. She must have made one flying leap, for she landed in front of the little captain's prostrate body. If Madge were to be trampled to death, that fate should not come to her alone. Phil had marvelous presence of mind. What she did she must have done by instinct. There was no time to think.
Just how this was to be done she could not yet see, but she felt that sooner or later the opportunity was sure to present itself. Of one thing she was certain, Madge Morton and Phyllis Alden should not win the boat race. She did not believe there was much possibility of their winning.
"John Alden that Puritan picture, you know, with the spinning-wheel. I am to be Priscilla." "A boy! Do you think I would be dressed like a boy?" cried Nora, in dudgeon. And Daisy thought she would not, if the question were asked her; and had nothing more to answer. So the practising went on, with good success on the whole.
"And when we're married " ah, it would all be different then. But would it? In a flash she perceived that marriage itself guarantees nothing in the way of love. Hurt to her heart's core, Rosemary sat up in bed and pondered, while the tears streamed over her cheeks. She had not seen Alden since Mrs. Lee came, except the day she had gone there to tea, wearing her white muslin under her brown alpaca.
"Not till I've told Madge what I think of her," he said, gravely. "I'm sure her impulse and motives were good." "They were more than good they were divine, and just like Madge Alden as she now is. She keeps one's blood tingling with surprises; but I've not become such a cynic that I do not understand her.
"It's a good thing I practiced shooting last winter," exclaimed Joe as the story ended. He was proud of what he had accomplished. "There's father," declared Mrs. Alden as a "whoa!" sounded from the yard. Quickly Larry picked up a lantern, and, followed by all but his mother, went out to help unhitch the horses and take them into the barn.
It's like the story they tell about my brother he was losing money in a gambling-place in Saratoga, and some one said to him, 'Davy, why do you go there don't you know the game is crooked? 'Of course it's crooked, said he, 'but, damn it, it's the only game in town!" "The pressure is more than anyone can stand," said Mrs. Alden, after a moment's thought.
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