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She could see the dwarf's beautiful face smiling his welcome. The thought that Deforrest would wrap up her baby, protect him from the keen blasts, thrilled her. She went to the window in the north room and pressed her face to the pane. Ah, yes, there in the little path were two figures, one little and one big, struggling through the drifts. Her two friends!
At that moment Deforrest Young buried deep in his heart the passion which hurt like nothing else hurts on earth, and something very like happiness took its place. He leaned back and crossed his legs. Then he reached into his coat pocket and produced his cigar case. He bent forward and offered it to Andy. "Smoke, Andy?" he queried. "Nope, thank ye, sir. Hain't smoked since Pal Skinner got sick.
Then, smiling, Daddy Skinner went back to the moon, and Tess, drowsily, cuddled the white babbling closer, and went to sleep. Deforrest Young brought his horse to an abrupt standstill. Had he heard a faint sound off there in the path? With a sudden spring, he dismounted. Over near the fence, he thought he had seen through the streak of light a human hand move upward and then sink into the snow.
Andy replied promptly, tickling the youngster till he laughed and shouted, "I won't think any more if you don't like it." When Deforrest Young came around the corner of the house, Tessibel was standing on the lower step of the porch, her hands full of flowers. To his adoring eyes, the girl typified the unfolding life of the spring.
They made their way slowly and with difficulty down the long hall, Tessibel growing more and more conscious of the curious glances directed at them from all sides. When they reached the drawing room door, her agitation grew perceptibly, having noticed that Waldstricker was detaining Helen. Deforrest held her arm with an encouraging pressure. "Don't be afraid, dear," he whispered in her ear.
"Helen," said Ebenezer, gravely, taking her by the shoulders and turning her face toward him. "You displease me very much." The drops hanging on the long lashes fell suddenly. "I'm sorry, dear, but I can't see why you always antagonize Deforrest. You remember how angry he was after that church affair." "Your brother's anger doesn't affect me in the slightest," returned Ebenezer coldly.
She'd filled her son's heart with delightful anticipations of the holiday, now but a few days distant, and he was eagerly looking forward to the Santa Claus who came to visit good little boys and fill their stockings with goodies. At the north of the house Deforrest had made a little snow-hill for Boy. Many a happy hour the little fellow spent upon it with his sled.
She didn't even have the grace to say she was sorry for anything she'd done." "She probably wasn't," monotoned Waldstricker. Then he looked directly at his wife. "I've often argued with your brother about those squatters. They're a pest to the county. Deforrest " "Oh, don't blame Deforrest, Ebenezer," Helen interjected agitatedly.
"Do anything you like, only get out ... now." The sound of retreating footsteps had hardly died away when Tess dropped into a chair and began to cry, the baby wailing in sympathy. Deforrest put his hands on her shoulders. "There, there, Tess, you musn't do that! Dress yourself and Boy quickly. We're going to Auburn, too."
"I'm coming in," said he. "I've something to show you." Evidently not impressed by his brother-in-law's statement, Deforrest led the passive girl back from the threshold of the shanty into the kitchen. "Let me take off your wraps, dear child," he said tenderly. Waldstricker's growing amusement found audible expression in a condescending laugh.
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