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If you come down I'll explain fully." He hung up the receiver and slowly turned toward his wife and daughter. "This sure is our day of trouble," he said, with dejected countenance. "What is it all about?" asked Berrie.
This dislike Berrie perceived in some degree and to Frank she privately said: "Now you fellows have got to treat Mr. Norcross right. He's been very sick." Frank maliciously grinned. "Oh, we'll treat him right. We won't do a thing to him!" "Now, Frank," she warned, "if you try any of your tricks on him you'll hear from me." "Why all this worry on your part?" he asked, keenly.
Berrie, on her part, did not analyze her feeling for Wayland, she only knew that he was as different from the men she knew as a hawk from a sage-hen, and that he appealed to her in a higher way than any other had done. His talk filled her with visions of great cities, and with thoughts of books, for though she was profoundly loyal to her mountain valley, she held other, more secret admirations.
She insisted, and while she ate he meekly carried out her instructions, and from the delicious warmth and security of his bed watched her moving about the stove till the shadows of the room became one with the dusky figures of his sleep. A moment later something falling on the floor woke him with a start, and, looking up, he found the sun shining, and Berrie confronting him with anxious face.
I'll do anything that will protect Berrie." McFarlane again looked him squarely in the eyes. "Is there a an agreement between you?" "Nothing formal that is I mean I admire her, and I told her " He stopped, feeling himself on the verge of the irrevocable. "She's a splendid girl," he went on. "I like her exceedingly, but I've known her only a few weeks." McFarlane interrupted.
"All well, 'ceptin' me," said the little old woman. "I'm just about able to pick at my vittles." "She does her share o' the work, and half the cook's besides," volunteered Yancy. "I know her," retorted Berrie, as she laid off her hat. "It's me for a dip. Gee, but it's dusty on the road!"
It amused Wayland almost as much as it amused Berrie when one man said to his wife: "Well, I'm glad we've seen the Rockies." "He really believes it!" exclaimed Norcross. After an hour's ride Wayland tactfully withdrew, leaving mother and daughter to discuss clothes undisturbed by his presence. "We must look our best, honey," said Mrs. McFarlane. "We will go right to Mme.
Now, who do you suppose it can be? It would be just our luck if it should turn out to be some one from the Mill." He divined at once the reason for her dismay. The visit of a woman at this moment would not merely embarrass them both, it would torture Berrie. "What is to be done?" he asked, roused to alertness. "Nothing; all we can do is to stand pat and act as if we belonged here."
In a neat tailored suit and a very "chic" hat, with shoes, gloves, and stockings to match, she was so transformed, so charmingly girlish in her self-conscious glory, that he was tempted to embrace her in the presence of the saleswoman. But he didn't. He merely said: "I see the governor's finish! Let's go to lunch. You are stunning!" "I don't know myself," responded Berrie.
He secured the best rooms in the house, and arranged for the care of the team, and when they were all seated around the dim, fly-specked oil-lamp at the end of the crumby dining-room table he discovered such a gay and confident mien that the women looked at each other in surprise. Berrie was correspondingly less masculine.
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