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But when it comes to Henrietta," she mused, "Henrietta's going to have five-inch hair-ribbons and everything else from the very start!" "Eh?" frowned Edgarton, and started for the door. "And oh, Father!" called Eve, just as his hand touched the door-knob. "There's something I want to ask you for Henrietta's sake.
His head was awhirl, his pulses fairly pounding with the weird, quixotic purport of his impulse. "Miss Edgarton," he began. "Miss " Then right behind him two older men joggled him awkwardly in passing. " and that Miss Von Eaton," chuckled one man to another. "Lordy! There'll be more than forty men after her for to-morrow night! Smith! Arnold! Hudson! Hazeltine! Who are you betting will get her?"
Vehemently with one hand she lunged forward and tried with her tiny open palm to push Barton's horse a trifle faster back through the intricate thicket. Then once in the open again she drew herself up with an absurd air of dignity and finality and bowed him from her presence. "Good-by, Mr. Barton," she said. "Good-by, Mr. Barton." "But Miss Edgarton " stammered Barton perplexedly.
Edgarton was much too worried over the accident to his daughter to think for a moment of the accident to his railway and steamship tickets. For the second twenty-four hours he was very naturally so much concerned with the readjustment of his railway and steamship tickets that he never concerned himself at all with the accident to his plans.
Bluntly little Eve Edgarton looked back upon the odd, haphazard training of her own life. Was there any one in this world whose training had been exactly like hers? Then suddenly her elbow went crooking up across her eyes to remember how Barton had looked in the stormy woods that night lying half naked and almost wholly dead at her feet.
Already on one of the roans Eve Edgarton sat perched with her bridle-rein oddly slashed in two, and knotted, each raw end to a stirrup, leaving her hands and arms still perfectly free to hug her mysterious books and papers to her breast. "Good afternoon again, Miss Edgarton," smiled Barton conscientiously. "Good afternoon again, Mr. Barton," echoed Eve Edgarton listlessly.
"Yes isn't it awful?" stammered little Eve Edgarton. Imperiously her father turned back to the telephone. Ting-a-ling ling ling ling, chirped the bell right in his face. As if he were fairly trying to bite the transmitter, he thrust his lips and teeth into the mouth-piece. "My daughter," he enunciated with extreme distinctness, "is feeling quite exhausted exhausted this afternoon.
Teasingly she jumped up and walked to the door with him, and stood there peering out beyond the cool shadow of his dark-blue shoulder into the dazzling road where, like so many figures thrust forth all unwittingly into the merciless flare of a spot-light, little shabby Eve Edgarton and three sweating horses waited squintingly in the dust. "Oh!" cried Miss Von Eaton.
John is a John is a Underneath all that slowness, that ponderous slowness that that Underneath that " "That longish reddish grayish beard?" interpolated little Eve Edgarton. Glaringly for an instant the old eyes and the young eyes challenged each other, and then the dark eyes retreated suddenly before not the strength but the weakness of their opponents.
"After a while, of course, I think you might stop," suggested Barton a bit creepishly. Again the big eyes opened at him with distinct surprise. "Why why?" said Eve Edgarton. "It never stops!" "Oh, I say," frowned Barton, "I do feel awfully badly about your going away off to a place like that to live! Really!" he stammered. "We're going Thursday," said little Eve Edgarton.
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