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La Touche took the roll of wire and held it in his hands for a moment. "This is all very well," said he, "but where is your wire cutters?" They had nothing to cut the wire with, and he seemed to look on the fact as a triumph of his own cleverness over Cléo's, till Bompard intervened and shewed how, by knotting the wire and pulling hard, a break might be made.
Realizing her mother might have heard any of the possible wild rumors, Captain Dave helped her into Cleo's car and very proud indeed, was the old sailor, of the wig wag rescue. "No surprise to me," he told his men. "Those girls have the grit many a boy might well boast of, and when I saw her drop from that pier I did not have to hold my breath. I knew she'd make it."
The old lady had not only brought along Cléo's maid who, with the rest of the servants, had been on board wages during her mistress's absence, but a trunk full of clothes. "I am not going to change," said Cléo, "I am too busy and too hungry " A reporter from the Gaulois stopped her as she was turning towards the room, indicated by Madame de Brie, where déjeuner was to be served.
Kettering dropped his voice and looked reverential as he mentioned "all that money," it was quite clear Cleo's imagination had magnified the loss to accord with her sense of the fitness of things. A great loss of money was the next glorious thing to a great success. Mr. Kettering proceeded to lay it down as a general maxim that there was nothing in life like drawing a regular salary.
So Ingram's violation of his confidence, he reflected, had been responsible for this interweaving of his life with Cleo's, and his presence here to-day was but the natural continuation of the beginning then made. He confessed to having been angered with Ingram. "My blundering vision could not see how the strands were being woven," he added.
But a cheerful acceptance of life, a full use of each day, a consciousness of submission to a healthy self-discipline, must bring me a healthy sense of worthiness. "Of course you will see that my making the payment of Cleo's debts a sort of goal will enable me to test my strength. Once I arrive at the goal, I shall be able to hold my head high.
It might have been the lure of the nice new, white washing machine, with its buzzing electric motor, but whatever the cause the girls finally succeeded in winning Cleo's permission that they try it. "I'm going to be boss," insisted Margaret, rolling up her sleeves with more gusto than seemed necessary, for in the process her fist came in contact with Cleo's eye.
Scarcely had the confusion subsided when Grace was called up to receive the merit badge for "successfully spreading scout influence and bringing joy into the life of a disabled child." Jacqueline had insisted mention be made of the "joy" the woods play had brought to her. So the award was made in that way. Madaline was admiring Cleo's cross when she heard her name called.
Following Cleo's lead the girls made their way through the thicket, and presently were in the low, soft, velvety patch, the sort of maiden-hair grass that grows under the trees. "Here we are," almost whispered Isabel, for the bird was about settled on a tuft of meadow grass. "Oh, here's Kitty!" exclaimed Grace. "Kitty girl, what are you hiding from?"
"Do with him? Nothing. He's my friend, that's all. Ah, here we are." The car had drawn up in the courtyard of the Hotel. Déjeuner had been prepared for the party in a private room, a big room, for there were twelve guests all told, including not only Cléo's friends but the business men, and the friends of Prince Selm. But before thinking of déjeuner or anything else she had to see about Raft.
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