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One fancies these duller natures do not reach our heights and depths of happiness and pain, and yet Cathie, Cathie, my dear," breaking off suddenly and turning his face upward to the broad free blue of the sky as he quickened his horse's pace, "let me think of you; this hurts me." But he was drawn nearer to the boy, and did his best to cheer and help him.
I wouldn't let you at my things, I can tell you, Joel Pepper!" "As if I'd ever do this sort of thing for you, Alexia," threw back Joel. "Well, do let us begin," begged Cathie, impatiently drumming on the table, as the other two girls and Pickering Dodge drew near. "Yes, do," cried the girls, "and we'll toss those notes off in no time." "I'll help you clear the table," cried Pickering; "do let me.
See here," and he threw himself into his office chair, and looked Charlotte squarely in the face, "why not ask Alexia and Cathie and the others, to take hold and get up some fandango eh?" Charlotte caught herself on the edge of saying "No," then drew a long breath and said, "Well," trying not to seem indifferent over the plan. "Don't like it eh?" asked Dr. Fisher, regarding her keenly.
She would spend hours in a corner of the Bedford Square drawing-room pretending to read, or play with little Mary, in reality recovering, like some bruised and trodden plant, under the healing influence of thought and silence. One day when they were alone in the firelight, she startled Catherine by saying with one of her old, odd smiles, 'Do you know, Cathie, how I always see myself nowadays?
'Since you went, she would say with a shrug, 'I keep the coach steady, perhaps, but Rose drives, and we shall have to go where she takes us. By the way, Cathie, what have you been doing to her here? She is not a bit like herself. I don't generally mind being snubbed. It amuses her and doesn't hurt me; and, of course, I know I am meant to be her foil.
'You cannot expect poor Cathie to come, said Agnes with sudden energy. Rose's eyebrows went up. Agnes resented her ironical expression, and with a word or two of quite unusual sharpness got up and went. Rose, left alone, sprang up suddenly, and clasped her white fingers above her head, with a long breath.
The solicitor through whom the news reached us was, happily, a man of the highest integrity, and also very sensible and kind. He was a Mr. Alfred Emery Cathie, of 15 Clifford's Inn, E.C., and my father placed himself unreservedly in his hands.
"Do stop, girls, making such a noise," she added impatiently. "That's a great way to preach," said Clem, laughing, "lose your temper to begin with, Cathie." "I didn't that is, I'm sorry," said Cathie. "But, anyway, I want to say I ought to have been ashamed to act so about that Chatterton girl. Where should I have been if Polly Pepper hadn't taken me up?"
"I don't want to go without you," said Mr. King. "There, run, child, and ask your mother if you may go. Send Phronsie to me; I must explain matters to her and bid her good-by." Alexia and some of the other girls were hurrying in the east doorway of the King mansion, an hour later. "Oh, where's Polly, Mrs. Fisher?" cried Cathie Harrison. "Polly has gone," said Mrs. Fisher, coming down the stairs.
"Well, you'd better," advised Alexia philosophically, "because she is, you know. Do laugh again, Polly; it's good to hear you." "I can't help it," said Polly, "Cathie asked such a funny question." "Cathie's generally a goose," said Alexia coolly. "Thank you," said Cathie, a tall girl, with such light hair and sallow face that she looked ten years older than her fourteen summers.
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