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And sure enough, the deft waitress whisked the details of the accident out of sight, spread a large fresh napkin at Azalea's place, set another plate for her, and was passing her the platter of chicken almost before she realised what was going on. "Well, I never!" she exclaimed; "that was some stunt! Say, I'm sorry, Cousin Patty, but I'm a little kerflummixed, and I may as well own up to it."
At last she returned to the group, and Patty said, pleasantly, "Who's your friend, Zaly?" "Nobody in particular," and Azalea looked as if that were a question she had been dreading. "You mean not a particular friend; but who was it?" Patty was persistent, even at risk of rousing Azalea's wrath, for she felt she must know. "I won't tell you!" Azalea cried, stormily.
And you can't love me 'too much'! I want all there is of your love, your dear love! Is it really mine?" "It's really yours, as far as it's in my power to give it, but," and Azalea's face grew very sad, "I can't give it to you, out of consideration of your rights. I can't love you, Philip, I mustn't let myself even think of it!"
It would, of course, delay dinner, which was already announced, and, too, in Azalea's present state of pre-occupation, she might fall to work again, and not come to dinner at all. So Patty said, "No, come as you are," and she gave Azalea's hair a touch, and pulled her collar straight. Farnsworth watched the "queer" girl all through dinner.
"No; let's sit on the porch a minute," she preferred. "Come along to this end, then, for I want to say something particular," he urged, and they found a pleasant seat, from which they could see the moon through the leafy wistaria branches. "Look here, Azalea," Gale began, "I know what you're up to, with the Bixbys." "What!" Azalea's voice was full of fear.
A few words of instruction were enough for Azalea's dramatic instinct to grasp his meaning, and they had a lively tiff followed by a sentimental "making-up" that was good enough for a vaudeville performance, and which Azalea knew would greatly amuse Patty and Bill when they should hear the record. "Oh, what fun!" Azalea cried, "I never heard of such a thing. I want to make a lot of records.
He had been firmly resolved to send her home again, until now, that Patty and Betty seemed willing to take her in hand. If they were, it would be a great injustice to the Western girl not to give her the chance to learn refinement and culture from those two who were so well fitted to teach her. And, anyway, he continued to muse, perhaps Azalea's worst faults were superficial.
And though Azalea's part in it was a small one, yet her work was so good that one or two reviews had mentioned it approvingly. Azalea had hoped that it would be possible to let Van Reypen continue in his mistaken impression that the girl on the screen was not herself, but some one who looked marvellously like her.
That's the idea that haunts my brain. I can't think of any other explanation for his continued silence, and for Azalea's mysterious disinclination to talk about him. Why, Phil, she forged a letter, wrote one to herself, and pretended to me that it was from her father!" "Poor child! How unhappy she must be over it. If she cares for me, Bill, I'll take all that load off her poor little shoulders.
His utterly discouraged face roused Patty to fresh efforts at hospitality, and taking Azalea's arm, she persuaded her to get up from the lounging chair. On her feet, the girl shook herself with a careless abandon of manner, unheeding the fact that a hairpin flew from her loosened hair, and she dropped the handkerchief, gloves and small bag that she had had in her lap.
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