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"Send for the chauffeur," she ordered the house boy. "I think they's gone, ma'am," he said. "Well, you run as fast as ever you can and tell them not to go," said Mrs. Hargrave. "Mrs. Horton wants to see both Mr. and Mrs. Culver." The house boy bolted. The Culvers came gravely in. Both looked pale and distressed. Mrs. Horton studied Mrs. Culver with surprise.
And the culvers be so taught, that they flee with those letters to the very place that men would send them to. For the culvers be nourished in those places where they be sent to, and they send them thus, for to bear their letters. And the culvers return again whereas they be nourished; and so they do commonly.
"I have no brother." Mrs. Hargrave stared at her guest. "Are you not Lucius Culver's youngest child?" she questioned. "The Lee County Culvers?" "No, Mrs. Hargrave," said Helen. "I am John Culver's daughter." "Another family," said Mrs. Hargrave and changed the subject politely by asking Rosanna what she had heard from her grandmother. Helen sat thinking.
"I think this looks as though you were having a very nice time indeed." "We are, Mrs. Hargrave," said Rosanna. "This is my friend, Helen Culver." Helen curtseyed. "How do you do, Helen," said Mrs. Hargrave. "The Culvers of Lee County, I suppose. A fine old family, my dears. As good as yours, Rosanna. Well, well, I am glad you are both having a nice time!
Those Culvers are scalawags, every man of them! She is lucky she doesn't own one of them for a father. "And the honest little angel was afraid I would be disappointed when I found out who she really is. Well, Minnie, I was never so pleased with a child in my life! I am going to do something for her some day. "Now I want to hear from you just how this friendship started.
Hargrave had spoken of Helen being one of the Culvers of Lee County, and Helen wondered if it would make any difference to the fine old lady sitting there in her soft, shimmery silks, with the long string of real pearls about her neck if she thought the little girl sitting there as her guest was living over a garage back of Mrs. Horton's elegant home. It puzzled Helen and troubled her.
With cooing call they one who's gone, as though * Their breasts were maddened with the rage of wine: Ne'er did mine eyes their like for culvers see * Who weep yet tear-drops never dye their eyne." And also these couplets, "O Zephyr of Najd, when from Najd thou blow, * Thy breathings heap only new woe on woe!
You know Helen is not one of the Culvers of Lee County, but she is just as good and sweet as though she belonged to all the Lee County Culvers in the world. Minnie, what shall I do?" "You must do what you think right, dearie," said Minnie, her kind, wise eyes searching the girl's face. "I can't tell you what to do. You must decide for yourself.
When the hubbub was a little over, he advanced and shook hands with his father with a certain dignity. "And when did you arrive, my boy? I was looking up your train in Bradshaw as I came along. I made out you should get the branch at Culvers Gate." "I drove over," replied the son; "I and a friend of mine drove tandem, and I'll bet we got here sooner than we should have done by the branch."
I guess I have not been shut up in my room all evening so as anyone would notice it. The Culvers are all prepared, and Helen won't know anything about it until long after it is all over." "That is good," sighed Rosanna. "I can't bear to have Helen unhappy as I am. It does seem as though I have to be unhappy such a lot, don't you think so, Minnie?" Minnie leaned over and kissed her.
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