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Whitney hastened to say, "Oh, well, father! you know when you are abr" and the secret Was nearly out for the second time! But they were saved by the appearance of Alexia's father, who often dropped in on the edge of the dinner hour, for a second cup of coffee.
Polly got out of her chair somehow, and stood very close to the fussing fingers over the pink satin bow. "Do you never dare say that to me again," she commanded; "it's the whole of my life to be a music-teacher the very whole." "Oh, Polly!" down went the satin bow dragging with it Alexia's spool of silk and the dainty scissors. "Don't don't I didn't mean anything; but you really know that Mr.
And Alexia's pink shawl took ever so many rows, and all the work seemed to flourish like magic. And at last, Miss Mary looked up at the clock. "Time to put up work, girls," she cried gayly. And then wasn't there a great bustle, every one trying to see which would get hers into her bag first! And then, oh, such a stretching of tired arms and feet!
"I would if I were you." But she drew away from Alexia's arm. "Polly, don't be an idiot and fight with me," whispered Alexia in her ear. "Go away," said Polly, shaking her off. "Polly, Polly, I'll say anything if you won't look like that. See here, Cathie, let's make up," and she ran over, seized the tall girl by the waist and spun her around till she begged to stop.
Phronsie smothered a sigh, and turned slowly away from the kittens waiting in their basket for Alexia's flowers. "Come on!" shouted Dick, seizing her hand. "You never can guess what it is, in all this world." "Is it a new dog?" asked Phronsie fearfully, whose memory of Dick's latest purchase was not altogether happy. "No," said Dick, pulling her on, "better than that."
"On the other hand," said Alexia, sending swift, bird-like glances around the supper room, "there are Van and Percy moping off by themselves as if they hadn't a friend in the world. What a pity; they used to be so lively at parties." Polly wrenched her gaze away from the astonishing sight on which it had been fixed, and following Alexia's glance, took a keen look over at the young Whitneys.
"I suppose I've just got to go and tell Aunt I'm sorry." She drew a long breath. "But I hadn't been playing; I was tired to death over that dirty old closet and that tiresome shoe bag, and my hair all hooked up. Well, do come on." She ran over and held out her hand. "Come with me," she begged. So Polly put her hand in Alexia's, and together they ran out into the hall, to the maiden aunt's room.
And then D'Albert came on the stage, and it was the proper thing to keep quiet, so the hostilities died down. Going out of the Opera House, Billy Harlow ran up to the two. "Lovely time you've had," he said on Alexia's side, and with a little grimace. "Haven't I?" said Alexia back again, with the air of a martyr.
Leslie had been astonished at Alexia's beauty and stateliness, sympathetic and questioning over her story, and, upon hearing that she was to remain in the Doctor's house, had been amazed. A conventional-minded woman, with all her kindness of heart, Mrs. Leslie had been shocked.
"I'm sorry, Aunt," said Alexia, plunging up to the chair and keeping tight hold of Polly Pepper's hand. "Oh!" said Miss Rhys, looking up. "Why, how your hair does look, Alexia!" Up flew Alexia's other hand to her head. "Well, it's been all hooked up," she said. "And I'll brush it for you," said Polly, at her shoulder. "That'll be fine," cried Alexia, with a comfortable wriggle of her long figure.
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