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If she doesn't take the hero, she'll accept the earl. Ah, me! To think you're still scheming to get Vievie, when all the evening you've pretended it was I!" In the reaction from his fright, he sprang up and advanced on her ardently. "It is you, Dodie! you know it is. Own up, now we're just suited to each other. It's a case of soul-mates!" "Oh, is it, really?" she gushed.
Mammy Jane had been very much disturbed by the recent dangers through which little Dodie had passed; and his escape from strangulation, in the first place, and then from the knife had impressed her as little less than miraculous.
The mining investment into which they had entered shortly after the birth of little Dodie had tied up so much of her property that it would have been difficult to procure ten thousand dollars immediately; while a demand for half the property at once would mean bankruptcy and ruin. Moreover, upon what ground could she offer her sister any sum of money whatever?
Carteret's invitation, she found the lady, dressed in a simple wrapper, superintending the morning toilet of little Dodie, who was a wakeful child, and insisted upon rising with the birds, for whose music he still showed a great fondness, in spite of his narrow escape while listening to the mockingbird. "What is it, Dinah?" asked Mrs.
"Dolores!" he warned her. "Yes," she went on, pretending to misunderstand him. "Wouldn't it be awful? a chunk of petrified wood plunking into a can of woodpulp!" "I wish you to remember, Miss Gantry " he began, "Don't fret," she impatiently interrupted. "I'll not forget 'Miss Gantry, and I wish you wouldn't so often. 'Dodie, 'Dodie, 'Dodie, all the evening. It's monotonous." "Indeed.
T. Blake, our heroic cave-man!" replied Ashton, as he followed her across the room. "How you love him!" she rallied. "What's the cause of your jealousy?" "Who says I'm jealous?" "Of course there's no reason for you to be. He's not interested in me, and you're not in Genevieve just now." "My dear Dodie! You know you've always been the only one." "Since the last!" she added.
"Then up at Michamac you take it straight?" asked Dolores. Ashton forced a nervous laugh. "Keep it up, Dodie! You'll make a wit yet." He bent towards Genevieve. "You'll pardon me, won't you, Genevieve?" The girl raised her fine brows ever so slightly. "'Miss Leslie, if you please." "Of course of course! Just another slip that last cocktail and the sleet. Wet cold always sends it to my head.
"You really mean that about Dodie, do you, Mammy Jane?" asked the delighted mother, who never tired of hearing her own opinion confirmed concerning this wonderful child, which had come to her like an angel from heaven. "Does I mean it!" exclaimed Mammy Jane, with a tone and an expression which spoke volumes of reproach.
Am I to infer, Miss Gantry, that you are foolish enough to play fast and loose with me?" "You're so fast, how could I loose you?" she punned. He muttered a French oath. "Naughty! Naughty!" she mocked. "Swearing in French, when you know I don't speak it! Why not say, 'damn it' right out? That would sound better," "See here, Dodie," he warned. "I've stood enough of this.
Carteret had begun to pound impatiently upon the door, when it was cautiously opened by Miss Pemberton, who was pale, and trembled with excitement. "Where is Olivia?" asked the major. "She is upstairs, with Dodie and Mrs. Albright's hospital nurse. Dodie has the croup. Virgie ran away after the riot broke out. Sister Olivia had sent for Mammy Jane, but she did not come. Mrs.
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