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He devoured Allyn's Latin grammar, day before yesterday," Cicely responded from the farther side of the room where she was feeding the dog chocolate peppermints, in a futile endeavor to teach him that vertebrae were meant to assist him in sitting up. "But it is no joke, really," Theodora went on. "I can cook, or I can entertain; but I can't do both."
McAlister's face was quite content as he glanced down one side of the table where Phebe, radiant but shamefaced, was trying to conceal something of her rapture under a show of severity, then down the other where Allyn's open content with life was matched by Cicely's brave courage in facing whatever the coming year might have in store for her.
I hate languages, though. I'd like to cut the whole thing." "What do you like?" "Drawing." Cicely clasped her hands in sudden envy. "Oh, I do love pictures! Can you draw? I never saw any." "I never drew a picture in my life." Allyn's tone was disdainful. "What do you draw then?" "Machinery, of course. Wheels and pulleys and things.
She only assumed it quite as a matter of course that it was worth while to listen to her. "Is your brother like you?" "No; not really. But you can see for yourself, for he promised to call on you, this evening." Theodora prudently forbore to mention that she had obtained Allyn's promise only at the expense of much coaxing and some bribery. "That will be good," Cicely remarked with satisfaction.
The girl was bareheaded, and one shaft of sunlight, slanting down between the oak leaves above her, struck across her brown hair and across her hand as it lay on Allyn's outstretched palm. "Come, papa, let's leave them there," she added. "Cicely is a better doctor for Allyn than either you or I."
McAlister to explain to his young son the difference between independence and anarchy. There was a fearlessness in the boy's point of view that roused his father's admiration, and more than once he was forced to turn away to hide his amusement at Allyn's disclaimers of anything like personal affection for Jamie. "Jamie!" he said, in one final outburst. "Jamie!
"His eyes have looked so heavy, the last day or two," she added, as she looked across to the light shining out from Allyn's window. And again, after a long interval, "It's not so easy, after all, Cousin Ted, this being a girl." "Teddy, I am worried about Allyn." "What is the matter? Isn't he well?" "Yes, only rather listless. It isn't his health I am worrying about; it is his character."
Then you can go off, this summer, and take time to think it over. By fall, you can tell what you really do want; and, if your father is the man I think he is, and if you behave yourself in the meantime, I believe you will get it." She paused and, for the second time in her acquaintance with him, she felt Allyn's fingers close warmly on her own; but he only said,
"It could sleep on the lounge in my room. I wouldn't let it trouble you any. It is a fine charity, and this is such a good place for a child to play. Isabel will take one for a week, if I will, and I said I would. There is just time, before I go away," Phebe said with an air of finality which would have ended the subject, had it not been for Allyn's last shot,
For the last day or two, however, Allyn's face had been overcast, and the doctor's anxiety had returned to him once more. Nevertheless, there was no trace of this in his voice, as he answered, "I wanted to go for a drive on the moors, this afternoon, and I had wondered whether I could get somebody to go with me. Will you be ready, right after dinner?"
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