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So you just stay out here a few minits or as long as you wanter away from the childern's clatter, an' God bless you!" Claire's gaze, following the great form affectionately, saw it pass into the darker shadows, then forth out into the light that shone from the open door of the lodge. "She's home and they're together!" Unconsciously, she spoke her grateful thought aloud.
She knows her part and has played it once. You couldn't ask her to learn a new one just because you prefer hers." Claire's air of depression became more marked. "Priscilla," she quavered, "I don't see how I'm going to play that part. I don't know how I'll endure it." Priscilla's amazement grew. "Why, what's wrong with it? I think it's particularly cute."
"That's where his durned meanness comes in biggest. Not but what a Kiowa's rotten enough. But sence he didn't seem to take part in this doings last night, I guess we can stand him a little while longer." Father Le Claire's face flushed. Then a pallor overspread the flame. His likeness to the Indian flashed up with that flush.
Claire's wondering and curious Billy's wondering, too Wilson's disappointed and surprised, and Peterkin's threatening and exultant by turns he saw only Jerrie coming to him in the lane and asking him to keep the diamonds for her saw her, too, away back years ago up in the little low room, with her fever-stained cheeks and shorn head, talking the strangest things of prisons, and substitutes, and accessories, and assuring some one that she would never tell, and was going for him, if necessary.
Or maybe they only wanted to expose Claire's literacy. It's hard to say what else they'd try maybe kidnap her, to truth-drug her and use her as a guest-artist on a Conservative telecast. I'm going over to the store, now." "That's a good idea, Ralph. If you hadn't thought of it, I was going to suggest it. Land on the central stage, ask for Sergeant Coccozello of the store police, and give my name.
Claire's attention was diverted from clothes by the shock of the reference to evening work. She had looked forward to coming home to read an interesting book, or be lazy in whatever fashion appealed to her most, and the corrections of exercises seemed of all things the most dull. "Shall I have evening work, too?" she inquired blankly, and Miss Rhodes laughed with brutal enjoyment. "Rather!
The price of these two garments alone would equal the whole of Claire's yearly salary, but it had the effect of making the wearer look clumsy and middle-aged compared with the graceful simplicity of the other's French-cut costume.
She wore a large shady hat, and in the dim light of the room her face was not clearly visible, but there was a tone in her voice which aroused Claire's instant curiosity. Mother was trying to speak in her ordinary voice, but she was nervous, she was agitated. She was not feeling ordinary at all. "Claire, cherie, we are going to the forest to have tea.
"Claire, my child, I have a confession to make. I was in the library while you sang: 'When sparrows build." The girl's cheek flushed and then paled; but she made no answer. "And," pursued Mrs. Ralston, "I heard more than your song." No reply. "And more than your words!" "More than my my words?" "Yes; I heard your heart's secret." Claire's face drooped.
Fate chose to grant Claire's desire in a most unexpected manner, for while they were still sitting, talking, in the semi-twilight, the library door opened and a servant announced Mr. Allyne, to see Mrs. Ralston. At once Mrs. Keith and her daughter arose to leave the room. But Mrs. Ralston said, earnestly: "Pray, do not go; there can be no need for a private interview." And as at that moment Mr.
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