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And, being a lady of no little spirit, she declared, when Miss Gordon had gone, that the mistress of The Dale was an uppish bit buddie, and it was jist fair scand'lus to treat a neebor yon fashion. Miss Gordon was very much grieved when she discovered her lack of tact, and, seeing a chance to make amends, she relaxed her rigid laws for one evening and permitted the gathering at The Dale.
Wigglesworth at the door. "Malcolm," she began with solemn emphasis. "Now, now, Mother, surely you know me well enough by this time to trust my judgment in a matter of this kind," said her son, hurriedly searching for his hat. "Ay, but A'm no sae sure o' yon buddie " "Hoot, toot," said her son, passing out. "A'll be back in abundant time for the Kirk, Mither. Never you fear."
Tanner stepped aghast as she was cutting a piece of dried-apple pie for Margaret. "Now, Buddie mother's boy you don't mean to tell me you went to Ouida's Cabin? Why, sonnie, that's an awful place! Don't you know your pa told you he'd whip you if you ever went on that trail?" "I should worry, Ma! I had to go. They had Mr. Gardley tied up there, and we had to go and get him rescued."
"Muddie, Muddie," she cried from the door, "The new Buddie is awake!" Then, still carrying her pet, she walked, to his bedside and gazed earnestly and unabashed into the "new Buddie's" face.
Virginia arose from her chair letting her work and the bank note fall unheeded from her lap, and went to him. Gently taking the miniature from his hands she restored it to its place in his pocket and then with a hand on each of his shoulders lifted her eyes to his. "Buddie," she said, calling him by the old pet name of their earliest days, "You frighten me sometimes.
And presently, as they rummaged in the nooks and crannies about the machinery, he melted to his small assistant. "The paper is saved, Buddie saved by an angel in light brown. You can tell it by the look of her." "Gee!" said Bud. Mr. Schofield had come, blushing, to join them. "Say, Cale, did you notice the color of her eyes?" "Yes; they're gray."
The fire of youth seemed to have died out of their sad eyes, quenched for a time by floods of bitter tears. To kindly question one of these replied, "Mamma is well, but of course utterly prostrated, and does not leave her room. Papa is still in Virginia nursing Buddie Eddie. We have no tidings of brother yet; he is reported 'missing, but we hope he may have been taken prisoner."
Thyrsis, alas, had no dress-suit, and no valet to help him into it, but he sat on the edge of a big leather chair and proceeded to "throw a little Socialism" at his host. Then they went down stairs, and there were Morris and Hemingway, of the editorial staff, and "Buddie" Comings, most popular of novelists, and "Bob" Desmond, most famous of illustrators.
Just before leaving, she took me aside and said, "My boy is no coward, but he loved his Buddie, and is grieving for him; try to comfort him, won't you?" I did try, but during the whole night he paced with restless feet up and down my office. At daylight I sat watching his uneasy slumber.
He did not reply, but just then a pair of thin arms were put around his neck and a soft cheek was placed close to his own. "Come on, Buddie," whispered "Little Sister," "Mammy an' me know you didn't mean to do it, an' we don' keer." Bud threw his arms around his little sister and held her tightly.
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