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Updated: July 1, 2025
It was Van Van " Carmencita, hands clutched tightly behind her back, leaned forward on her tiptoes and anxiously peered into her father's face for sign of dawning memory. "If I hadn't been so Christmas-crazy I'd have listened better, but I wasn't thinking about his name. Can't you can't you remember the last part? It was Van Van " Slowly her father shook his head. "I wish I could, Carmencita.
"Stephen Van Landing." "Mine is Carmencita. Father named me that because when I was a teensy baby I kicked my feet so, and loved my tambourine best of all my things. Have you bought all your Christmas gifts, Mr. Van I don't remember the other part." "I haven't any to buy and no one to buy for. That is " "Good gracious!" The child turned quickly; in her eyes and voice incredulity was unrestrained.
Carmencita might be among the shoppers. She had said she had a few things to get for some children penny things and she was possibly out, notwithstanding the snow which now was falling thick and fast.
She stopped for breath, and Van Landing, stooping, lifted Carmencita's face and kissed it. "You are my dear friend, Carmencita." His voice, as his hands, was a bit shaky. "I, too, am very glad and grateful. Will you ask her to come, ask her to let me see her? I cannot wait any longer." "You'll have to." Carmencita's eyes were big and blue in sudden seriousness.
They were coming. The boy and Frances. He dug his hands deeper in his pockets to hide their trembling, and his face went white. But it was not Noodles. It was Mr. Robinsky, who had brought the harp, and, though he evidently intended to sit down and talk, with consummate skill and grace he was led into the hall by Carmencita and told good night with sweetness and decision.
Carmencita was again absorbed in watching the crowds upon the streets, and, when the cab stopped, jumped as if awakened from a dream. "Are we here already? Oh, my goodness! There she is!"
Putting the magazine on the table, Carmencita drew the stool on which she was sitting closer to Van Landing's chair, and, hands clasped around her knees, looked up into his eyes. In hers was puzzled questioning. "I beg your pardon." His face flushed under the grave scrutiny bent upon him. "I was reading abominably, but I couldn't get my mind " "I know," Carmencita nodded understandingly.
"I reckon you like my pardner better than you do me," smiled Bucky to Miss Carmencita. "A great deal better, sir, but then I know him better." Bucky's eyes rested for a moment almost tenderly on Frances. "I reckon he is better worth knowing," he said. "Indeed! And you so brave, and patient, and good?" she mocked. "Oh! Am I all that?" asked Bucky easily. "So I have been given to understand."
The rest of my possessions may be forwarded later." "Oh, your daughter! Well, that's pat, too. What about the lad, Valdez?" "Are you his representative, senor?" "Oh, he can talk for himself." O'Halloran grinned. "He's doing it right now, by the same token. Shall we interrupt a tete-a-tete and go pay our compliments to Miss Carmencita?
I'll show it to you if you want to see it." Without waiting for an answer Carmencita sprang to her feet, and with noiseless movement skipped across the room, and from the middle drawer of the chest between the windows took out a large flat box. "This is it." Again taking her seat on the stool at Van Landing's feet, she opened the box carefully.
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