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She dreamed of a friendship with him too deep for mere friendliness, too late for accepted love; and it seemed to her exactly the kind of thing she wanted. Hand in hand they would tread the path of duty together, surrounded by a rosy mist. They might even lead Winn to higher things; but at this point Estelle's imagination balked.
He shook off Estelle's touch, walked to the mantel-piece, and, taking a match from the china case, drew it across the heel of his boot. "Where is Loch Maree? I do not remember ever to have seen the name," said Mrs. Murray, pushing aside her coffee-cup. "Oh! pardon me, mother, if I decline to undertake your geographical education.
One morning Alice, on going into Estelle's room, found her busy "padding" herself before she put on her outer garments. "What in the world are you doing?" Alice asked. "Getting ready for my big jump," was the answer. "Your big jump?" "Yes, you know there is a scene where I carry a message from headquarters to one of the Union generals at the front. Your father plays the latter part."
"May I speak to you a moment before you start with Miss Waldron?" she asked, and together they strolled into Estelle's rose garden where still a poor blossom or two crowned naked sprays. "I don't understand," began the girl. "Surely surely after yesterday?" "I'd promised to go for this walk with her." "What then? Wasn't there all the morning?
Arthur woke to find some one tugging at his shoulders, trying to drag him from beneath the heavy table, which had wedged itself across his feet and pinned him fast, while a flying chair had struck him on the head and knocked him unconscious. "Oh, come and help," Estelle's voice was calling deliberately. "Somebody come and help! He's caught in here!"
"Don't ask him; he's an old bear," declared Raymond. Thus, forgetting his brother as though Daniel had ceased to exist, he threw himself into Estelle's enterprise and planned an entertainment that must at least have rendered the master uneasy. Arthur Waldron did more than love his daughter. He bore to her almost a superstitious reverence, as for one made of superior flesh and blood.
"Did you know she wouldn't even take hold of a knob to open a door, for fear of stretching them?" "She is a lady, sure." "Well, Estelle's not, thank God!" exclaimed Lorry. "She says one of her grandmothers was the daughter of a fellow who kept a kind of pawn shop, and that she's a case of atavism."
In time the violent sobbing ceased, or partially ceased; Nina rose, but she clung to Estelle's hand and kissed it passionately. "You have been so kind, so affectionate to me, Estelle! To-morrow you will know perhaps. I will leave you a letter. I am going away. If you forget me well, that is right; if you do not forget me, do not think bad of of poor Nina!"
Though there was not a house or a habitation to be seen and a dense forest covered all of Manhattan Island, such of the world as they could see looked normal. Wherever or rather in whatever epoch of time they were, they had arrived. Arthur caught at Estelle's arm and the two made a dash for the elevators. Fortunately one was standing still, the door open, on their floor.
Estelle's friend, after much urging, then sang a pathetic ballad entitled, "She Should Be Scolded, but Not Turned Adrift," and I sat there with one eye shut, so that I could see single, and kept saying, "Per'fly beauf'ful." About this time I commenced to forget. I remember getting an awful rise out of Estelle by remarking that her switch didn't match her hair. She came up like a human yeast cake.
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