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Updated: June 12, 2025
"What are you going to do now?" asked Bessie. "I'm not certain. I'd like very much to know where the other girls are. We ought to be all together." "Perhaps I can find out," said Bessie. "You stay here, and I'll slip along toward the house. If Dolly's awake, I can find out where she is." "All right. But if you see anyone else, or if anyone interferes with you, call me right away."
This would indeed be a calamity, for then his own and Dolly's reign was over at Tracy Park, and the party they were to give that night to at least three hundred people would be their last grand blow-out. 'Confound the party! he thought, as he arose from his chair and began to pace the room. 'Arthur won't like that as a greeting after eleven years' absence.
Dolly's mere appearance in the room would lead Vincent to suspect that he had been deceived; her first words would almost inevitably expose the fraud. She was coming up, nevertheless, and Mark felt powerless to prevent her he could only indulge himself in inwardly cursing Caffyn's ingenuity and his own weakness for having brought him to such a pass as this.
Sure enough, Dolly's hand was trembling, and Bessie could almost feel the hot anger that was swelling up in her. But Dolly mastered herself nobly. "You can't make me angry now, Gladys," said Dolly, finally. "You're perfectly right; I've done things that are meaner than anything you did at Lake Dean. And I'm just as sorry for them now as you will be when you understand better."
"Gorgeous!" agreed Bernice. "Perfectly all right," Alicia averred. "Nice enough, but very grown uppish," was Dolly's verdict. "You stick to your taste for simpler parties?" said Mr. Forbes, looking kindly at Dolly. "Yes, sir; I guess I'm a country girl." "Well, I'm not," and Dotty's black eyes flashed.
Dolly's happiness at his return was great and unfeigned, but its expression was handicapped by her desire that a doll Sister Nora brought her should be allowed to sleep off the effects of an exhausting journey. Only Shakespearean dramatic power could have ascribed sleep to this doll, who was a similitude of Struvvel Peter in the collected poems of that name just published.
It was not always easy and many had to ask help from their neighbours before they could release themselves. Dolly untied her mask quickly and stood with angry eyes awaiting a revelation of Peter's identity. With one hand behind his head, as he loosened his mask, the tall ghost stepped to Dolly's side and said in a squeaky whisper, "Won't you forgive me?"
Nor was it on other tables that were about the room; nor on any chair or shelf or settee or window-sill. "Where CAN it be?" said Dotty, greatly alarmed, lest Dolly's having fastened it to her dress should have been the means of losing it. "Are you sure you removed it from your frock, Miss Fayre?" asked Fenn, and at that moment Dolly took a dislike to the man.
The box itself, which was of tortoise shell, lined with blue velvet, was a marvel of beauty, while the pin was a cluster of five diamonds with a larger one in the center, but the ear-rings were solitaires, large and brilliant, and Dolly's delight knew no bounds as she took the dazzling stones in her hands and examined them carefully.
In a very few minutes he made his report, and the Governor again shook his hand warmly; but the look in Dolly's eyes and the pressure of her hand were the young seaman's sweetest reward, for it told him that she had surrendered. Then, returning to his own ship, he was warmly greeted by Sergeant Burt, and for a few moments the two remained talking in the whaler's cabin.
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