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What a lie! So that's what's the matter with the old boy, is it? I thought something must be the matter that he got so busy all of a sudden. Well, I'll soon fix that! Come on up to Cloudy's porch, quick, while he's in his room. Cloudy won't mind. We'll be by ourselves there till dinner is ready!"
Cloudy's ship had been ordered home sooner than had been expected; he had reached Norfolk a week before, B that afternoon, and had immediately procured a horse and hurried on home. Hence his unlooked-for arrival. "How is Thurston? How is Miriam? How are they all at Luckenough?" "All are well; the family at Luckenough are absent in the South, but are expected home every week."
"Keep an eye on that young man," said the policeman to his comrade, and the latter followed Paul into the yard and on to the stables. The haste and passion of Paul's manner had attracted Cloudy's attention, and now he stood looking on with surprise and inquiry. "Cloudy," said Thurston, approaching him, "a most pressing affair demands my presence at C this afternoon. Paul must also attend me.
"My dear fellow, never speak so despondently. What is it now? a difficulty with the commodore?" "God's judgment light upon him!" cried Cloudy, pushing past and hurrying up the stairs. Thurston could not resume his former composure; something in Cloudy's face had left a feeling of uneasiness in his mind, and the oftener he recalled the expression the more troubled he became.
Once, indeed, while she was sitting with her aunt and uncle, the latter suddenly and rudely mentioned Cloudy's name, saying that "the fool" was sulking over at Dell-Delight; that he believed he would have blown his brains out if it had not been for Thurston, and for his own part, he almost wished that he had been permitted to do so, because he thought none but a fool would ever commit suicide, and the fewer fools there were in the world the better, etc., etc.
Be the cause as it may, upon the evening of the fire Jacquelina had gone to her room she had an apartment to herself now and feeling for the first time in her life some little uneasiness about her uncle's "whim" of wedding her to Grim, she had walked about the floor for some time in much disquietude of mind and body; then she went to a wardrobe, and took out Cloudy's treasured first uniform, and held it up before her.
She jumped out of bed, seized a woolen shawl, and wrapped it around her head, and even in that imminent danger not forgetting her most cherished treasure Cloudy's suit of uniform snatched it from the wardrobe and fled out of the room. Her swift and dipping motion that had gained her the name of "Lapwing" now served her well.
"It's sure comin' to a runnacaboo between him and me. If somebody don't kill him pretty soon, he'll wear out that machine before we git it back." "Humph! It don't look like we'd ever get it back," said Stover. One of the four sighed audibly, then vaulting into his saddle, went loping away without waiting for his companions. "Cloudy's sore because they didn't play Navajo," said Willie.
They piled into the car, and hied themselves to town at once, chattering joyfully over their list as to which things they would buy first. "Let's begin with the kitchen," said Leslie. "I'm crazy to learn how to make cookies. Cloudy, you'll teach me how so I can make some all myself, won't you?" "And waffles!" said Allison from the front seat. "Um-mmm-mmmm! I remember Cloudy's waffles.
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