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For a little while there was only the scratching of her pen to be heard and an occasional squeal from the church proper, where the organ was being repaired. The rector sat back in his chair, his fingertips together, and whistled noiselessly, a habit of his when he was disturbed. Now and then he glanced at Delight's bent head. "My dear," he commented finally. "Just a minute.
She'll be sendin' out an S. O. S. for her own an' will be ready to join you in flayin' the jeweler. Give the poor varmint time, an' he'll shift things round all right." "But Miss Hathaway " "Delight's lived the best part of two weeks without that buckle, an' she don't look none the worse for not havin' it. I saw her in the post-office only yesterday an' "
But when Delight saw that it was Midget, she stopped laughing and looked sober, and even sour. "Don't, Delight," said Marjorie, gently, and putting her arms round her friend, she kissed her lovingly. This melted Delight's foolish little heart, and she whispered, "Oh, Midge, you do like me best, don't you?"
Then Terry remembered something. "Oh, that's where her nuts went to!" he cried. "Heart's Delight gave 'em to Chip! We couldn't think what she'd done with 'em all." The pink colour was growing pinker very pink indeed. "Yes, that's where," said Silence, leaning over to squeeze one of Heart's Delight's little hands. And sure enough, it was.
A fierce pride for Clayton's name sent the color to her face. On the evening after Delight's visit, she had promised to speak at a recruiting station far down-town in a crowded tenement district, and tired as she was, she took a bus and went down at seven o'clock. She was uneasy and nervous.
"That's so," said Delight, who usually agreed with Marjorie, finally. The postman brought lots of valentines for the two little girls. Delight's were almost all from her friends in New York, although some of the Rockwell young people had remembered her too.
Bits of the afternoon's gossip reached him; the comments on Delight's dress and her flowers; the reasons certain people had not come. But nothing of the subject nearest his heart. At the end of the meal Delight got up. "I'm going to call up Mr. Spencer," she said. "He has about fifty dollars' worth of thanks coming to him." "I didn't see Graham," said Mrs. Haverford. "Was he here?"
Delight said this in a high, stilted voice, and as she sat primly in the straight-backed old chair, knitting away at nothing, she presented a funny, attractive little picture. Miss Adams, who had come in search of the girls, paused at the door, and heard Delight's words. "You dear child!" she cried; "you dramatic small person! What are you two doing?"
"Delight's buckle was broke an' knowin' the best place to send it, he mailed it up to town." "Oh," responded Celestina, glancing from one to the other with a half satisfied air. "Let's have the thing out an' see how it looks, Bob," Willie went on. Blushingly Robert Morton undid the box.
Leslie's little table, with fresh white cover, held a vase of ferns and white convolvulus and beside this Cousin Delight's two books that came out always from the top of her trunk, her Bible and her little "Daily Food." To-day the verses from Old and New Testaments were these: "The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and he delighteth in his way."
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