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"Besides," said Pauline; "he wanted to go and sit at Florian's and watch the children feeding the pigeons. He says he shouldn't grow old if he lived in Venice." "He had better, then," said Daymond. "Venice is very becoming to old things. Don't you want to come and see some of those Madonnas we were telling you about, with parasols over their heads?"
She listened with a sense of being singled out for a great honour. "He would have given his life for his country," Mrs. Daymond was saying: "He would have given his life for the Union, but he was bound hand and foot, and he came away." They were far, far out now, still rowing toward the open sea. As Mrs.
As the gondola came alongside the boat, a small yellow dog sprang up and barked sharply at them, his body, from tip to tail, violently agitated with the whirr of the internal machinery. The helmsman, thus roused, pulled out a match and lighted his pipe; the sunshine was so bright that the light of the match was obliterated. Mrs. Daymond and Pauline watched the little drama rather absently.
"Pauline," said May, with grave emphasis; "Nanni knew me." "You are sure?" "Perfectly. I saw it in his face, and, besides, that is all he could have meant by his message. You didn't hear that, did you?" "No; and he left you a message?" "Yes; when we landed at Quattro Fontane this morning, and found Mr. Daymond there did you notice that he seemed to have something to say to me?" "Yes; I noticed."
"I wish I could see whether they were coming," she added, with outspoken solicitude. "It's so much more fun to be a flotilla!" "I think they will find us," said Pauline, smiling to herself, as if she had pleasant thoughts. She would trust Geoffry Daymond to overtake them.
He therefore submitted, with a very good grace, to seeing a good deal of the young man, and if it occasionally irked him to have Stephen Kenwick's grandson about, he found his account in the spirit and ease with which his two Pollys dealt with the situation. Kenwick, of course, attached himself ostensibly to the Daymond party.
You mean the little one?" "Of course," said Mrs. Daymond; for though Pauline was far from little, she had not the height of her tall young sister. "Of course, of course. Well, well! And you want to know what I think about it? I think she would be a lucky girl. That would make her your daughter, wouldn't it? Why, of course she'll say yes! Any girl would be a fool who didn't, and Polly's no fool.
Alas, that was a line of reasoning that struck a responsive chord. "But Polly would never consent." "That's the beauty of it! She's safely out of the way." "And Mrs. Daymond, she would be shocked, I am sure," and his fine colour faded with consternation. "Not if she never knows it!" "But I shall know it," he protested, faintly.
Geoffry was asking. "I thought it was the poppies you wanted," said May, suspiciously. "It is! it is!" cried Kenwick with fervour. "But you make such a pretty setting," Daymond explained; "your dress, you know, and the general colour-scheme." "What fun to be a colour-scheme," cried May. "Uncle Dan, do you think I might be a colour-scheme?"
Daymond held her broad, lace-trimmed parasol over the small black head, while May gave her a glimpse of the world through each end of her opera-glass. The child was a self-contained little person, and betrayed no special elation over these blandishments. When the time for parting came, Kenwick, with much ceremony, presented her with a bright piece of nickel, as a ricordo of the visit.
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