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Grace in the kitchen was invisible, Miss Kate had gone riding with Mr. Stanford, Miss Rose was closeted mysteriously with papa. Miss Eeny, practising the 'Battle of Prague, was not to be disturbed. In my distraction I came here, where Miss Darling has kindly permitted me to remain and study the art of dressmaking."
The white hands sparkled over the polished ivory keys, and the room was filled with melody. Eeny stood by the piano with a rapt face. Captain Danton sat in an arm-chair and listened with half-closed eyes, and Grace sat down in a corner, and drew from her pocket her crochet. "Oh, Kate, how beautifully you play?"
"They are helping him upstairs," said Kate, drawing a long breath. "Yes, it is Mr. Richards." Eeny looked as if she would like to ask some questions, but her sister sat down again at the piano, and drowned her words in a storm of music. Half an hour passed, nearly an hour, Miss Danton played on and on without ceasing, and then her father came back.
Then come and let us get our hats. Your Canadian Novembers are of Arctic temperature." "Wait until our Decembers tweak the top of your imperial nose off," said Eeny, shivering in anticipation. "Won't you wish you were back in England!" The yellow November sunshine glorified garden, lawn and meadow as Eeny led her sister through the grounds.
Dear old Tiger, and how are you? Doctor Frank," lowering her voice, "do you know what day this is?" Doctor Frank looked at her with a faint shadow of a smile on his face, humming a line or two of a ballad. "'Long have I been true to you. Now I'm true no longer. Too bad, Eeny, we should lose the wedding, and one wedding, they say, makes many." "Too bad!" echoed Eeny, indignantly.
Rose cares nothing for him, but I am not so sure he does not care for her. Rose is very pretty." "Very," smiled Mr. Stanford, "and knows it. I wonder if she will dance with me the night of the ball?" The night of the ball came, bright, frosty, and calm. The large, roomy, old-fashioned family carriage held Rose, Eeny, Sir Ronald, and Doctor Danton, while Mr.
Grace was there; Eeny and Kate were there, and Sir Ronald Keith; but where were the rest? "Where's papa?" said Rose, taking her seat. "Dining out," replied Kate, who looked pale and ill. "And Reginald and Doctor Danton are with him. It is at Mr. Howard's. They drove off over an hour ago." Rose's eyes fell and her colour faded.
I don't want to think so I like him too well." Eeny left the sewing-room and went upstairs. She found Doctor Danton in the dining-room with his sister and Rose, and Rose was singing a French song for him.
Richards is? shall not make us miserable." "I suppose, Eeny," said Grace, "I shall be quite forgotten when this handsome Sister Kate comes. She ought to be very handsome." She looked up at an oval picture about the marble mantel, in a rich frame the photograph of a lovely girl about Eeny's age.
"Eeny, how soon are you going?" "Oh, Grace," she said, coaxingly, "let me stay all night with you." "And keep me awake until morning, talking? Not I," said Grace. "Go!" "Please let me stay?" "No! Be off!" She lifted her up, led her to the door, and put her out, and Eeny ran off to her own chamber. As Grace closed her door, she heard Kate Danton's silk dress rustle upstairs.
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