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"You'll get lighter," returned Eugenia reassuringly. "You don't move about half enough, but I'll make you." The general groaned again, and Miss Chris, pink and fresh in her linen sacque, came out upon the porch. "Bless the child!" she exclaimed. "Where on earth did she lay hands on that bonnet? Don't stay out too long in the sun, Eugie, or you'll burn black." The general caught at the straw.
Her round white hands were as weak as a child's. "I'm sure I don't know what it can be," she returned. "You look awfully well in that red waist, Eugie. I think I'll get one like it." Eugenia picked up a child's story book from the rug and laid it on the table; then she stood looking gravely down on the younger woman. "Can't you guess what it is?" she asked.
Oh, I have sinned enough in ignorance; now I will speak." She bit her lips to keep back the quick tears, tapping her foot upon the floor. The red was in her cheeks and her eyes were as black as night. Her bosom quivered from the lash of her scorn. "But you must keep out of it, my dear Eugie. Dudley and I will manage it. We'll see Diggs and get a retraction from him that's sensible and simple.
Dudley suspects you of having a lover, but I am positive that you've stolen a march on me and have been to market. What a pity I confessed to you that I couldn't tell brains from sweetbreads." "Let me get there, Eugie," said Dudley, as Miss Chris emerged with the assistance of the driver. "Take my arm, Aunt Chris, and I'll hoist you into the house before you know it."
"I say, daughter," he began at last, blowing a heavy cloud of smoke upon the air, "the next time you go by Sweet Gum Spring you had just as well tell Moses that I can let him have a side of bacon if he wants it. The rascal can't starve. But they won't leave me a mouthful not one. And Eugie " "Yes, sir." "You needn't mention it to your Aunt Chris "
His speech came thickly as if he held a pebble in his mouth, and the swollen veins in his face were livid. Eugenia bent over him in sudden uneasiness. "Aren't you well, papa?" she asked. "Is anything the matter?" The general laughed and pinched her cheek. "Never better in my life," he declared, "but I'll have to be getting new glasses. These things aren't worth a cent. Find them, Eugie."
"You're too big to cry," observed Bernard dispassionately, munching a green apple he had taken from his pocket. "You're as big as I am, and I haven't cried since I was six years old. Eugie cries." "I don't!" protested Eugenia vehemently. "I reckon you'd cry too if they made you sit in the house the whole afternoon and hem cup-towels." "I'm a boy, Miss Spitfire. Boys don't sew.
It was two o'clock, and the general was peacefully awaiting the sound of the dinner bell, but at the sight of Eugenia his peacefulness departed, and he called angrily: "Eugie, where's Bernard?" "Comin'." "Coming!" returned the general indignantly. "Haven't I told you a dozen times not to walk along that road by yourself? Why didn't you wait for the carriage?
Eugenia frowned. "I wish you would occasionally remember that women will be women," she suggested. She wore a scarlet shirtwaist, and the glow from the fire seemed to follow her about. "I won't have Aunt Chris bullied, Eugie," declared Dudley as he rose. "Well, I'm off again. I may bring a legislator or two back to dinner. What have we got?" "The Lord knows," replied Eugenia desperately.
"That was the very point, my dear sir " he was saying, when he caught sight of Eugenia, and paused abruptly, domestic affairs asserting their supremacy in his mind. "Why, Eugie!" he gasped. "What's happened?" Eugenia seized his arm impatiently. "Oh, you were so late, Dudley," she cried, half angrily. "You made me miserable it wasn't right of you!"
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