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The machine purred as if impatient to be off again and the lamps threw their streams of light along the road. "Well, I shall have to be getting back," said Mr. Lamont. "Goodnight, Miss Duke. Thanks for your company. Goodnight, Mr. Trent; sure glad to have met you." The machine glided into the well-worn road and was off. The two stood looking at it for a moment. Then Carlia moved toward the house.
Uncle Zed rambled on reminiscently until Mrs. Trent suddenly arose, spoke sharply to Carlia, and lifted the basket of picnic on to the table. "We'll have our refreshments now," she said, "and then we must be going. Uncle Zed goes early to bed, and so should we." The table was spread: roast chicken, brought by Carlia; dainty sandwiches, made by Mildred; apple pie from Mrs.
That was no great task for the girl, now nearly grown to young womanhood, and it was company for both of them. During these walks Carlia had many questions to ask about her lessons, and Dorian was always pleased to help her. "I am such a dunce," she would say, "I wish I was as smart as you." "You must say 'were' when you wish. I were as smart as you," he corrected. "O, yes: I forgot.
That Carlia should be keeping company with someone other than himself, had never occurred to him. And yet, why not? she was aid enough to accept attention from young men. He had certainly neglected her, as the mother had implied. The girl had such few opportunities for going out, why should she not accept such as came to her. But this stranger, this outsider! Dorian soon took his departure.
Then she seated herself on a grassy bank by the willows. "I'm tired," she said with a sigh of relief. Dorian looked at her with curious eyes. Carlia, grown up, was more of a puzzle than ever. "You are working too hard," he ventured. "Hard work won't kill anybody but it's the other things." "What other things?" "The grind, the eternal grind the dreary sameness of every day."
He was not a polished speaker, I understand, and he did not often follow a theme; but mixed with the more commonplace subjects of irrigation, Indian troubles, etc., which, in his particular day had to be spoken of, are some of the most profound gospel truths in any language. Gems of thought shine from every page of his discourses." Carlia was nodding in a warm corner.
Dorian made an effort to rescue them, but Carlia clung so to his arms that he could do nothing but stand and see the package glide over the falls at the headgate and then go dancing over the rapids, even as Carlia's sticks had done.
But I'll not keep Dorian. You had better go with father" this to the young man who still stood by the kitchen door. "Leave the rest of the chores until after meetin'," suggested the father, somewhat reluctantly, to be sure, but in concession to Dorian's presence. "I can't go to meeting either," said Dorian. "I'm not dressed for it, so I'll keep Carlia company, if you or she have no objections."
She turned abruptly at his question. "Why shouldn't I go with him?" she asked. "You know why you shouldn't." "I don't. Oh, I know the reasons usually given, but what am I to do. He's so nice, and a perfect gentleman. What harm is there?" "Why do you say that to me, Carlia?" "Why not to you?" She came and sat opposite him by the table.
"No; but all work and no play, I was plainly reminded just the other day, doesn't always make Jack a dull boy: sometimes, it makes dissatisfaction and rebellion and it seems it has done that here. Carlia, I'll admit had very little company, saw very little of society. I realize that now when it may be too late." "Oh, I hope not," said Dorian. "Carlia, naturally, was full of life.
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