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As for Courtland, he was too much taken up watching Bonnie's face when she opened her books, looking deep into her eyes as she looked up from the little velvet case where the watch ticked softly into her wondering ears; seeing the breathlessness with which she lifted the flowers from their bed among the ferns and placed them reverently in jars and pitchers around the room.
Wait a minute," called a girl from across the links, as the two were strolling homeward one afternoon, dragging their caddie-bags behind them. They turned and waited while Bonnie's sophomore cousin, Mildred Connaught, dashed up. She grasped them excitedly, and at the same time glanced over her shoulder with the air of a criminal who is being tracked. "I want to tell you something," she panted.
Bonnie recalled her spirit to this world and focused her gaze on the girl as if to try and recall where she had ever met her. Bonnie's abundant hair was spread out over the pillow, as the nurse had just prepared to brush it. It fell in long, rich waves of brightness and fascinating little rings of gold about her face.
They all descended the stair-way leading to the lower part of the yacht, and Macfarlane asked as he followed his host "Is the lass vera bonnie did ye say?" "Bonnie's not the word for it this time," said Lorimer, coolly answering instead of Errington. "Miss Gueldmar is a magnificent woman.
He answered Bonnie's note in a day or two with a cordial one, returning her check, assuring her that everything was fully paid, and expressing his pleasure that she had found a real home and congenial work. Then he dismissed her from his mind. A week later he went to the seminary, and Pat accompanied him as far as the preparatory school where he was to enter upon his duties as athletic coach.
She would play them! Courtland must be made to accept Uncle Ramsey's proposition! Bonnie's letter reached Mother Marshall Wednesday afternoon while Father was off in the machine arranging for a man to do the spring plowing.
Meantime, out in the darkness of the night Bonnie's train whirled along, and some time during the long hours between midnight and dawning it passed in a rush and a thunder of sound the express that was bearing back to Courtland another menace to his peace of mind. Uncle Ramsey was large and imposing, with an effulgent complexion and a prosperous presence.
Has He sent you here to torment me? I know you, who you are! You are that poor girl that Paul picked up in the street. You are come to pay me back!" Bonnie's face was full of tenderness. "No, dear! That is all passed. I've just come to bring you a message from God." "God! What have I to do with God?" A quiver of anguish passed over the weird little face. "I hate God! He hates me!
"It is only two verses. My old Scotch nurse used to sing it when I was a little girl-oh, so long ago! I didn't know I could sing it." She began without more ado, standing in the middle of the room, with her back towards the door. Annie was dowie, an' Willie was wae: What can be the matter wi' siccan a twae? For Annie was bonnie's the first o' the day, And Willie was strang an' honest an' gay.
Her stare said as plainly as words could have done: "You lie! You do know him!" But Gila's lips said, scornfully, "Aren't you the poor girl whose kid brother got killed by an automobile in the street?" Across Bonnie's stricken face there flashed a spasm of pain and her very lips grew white. "I thought so!" sneered Gila, rushing on with her insult.
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