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Dawn threw herself into the contest with great enthusiasm, and also industriously pursued her vocal studies, but for her was exceptionally subdued and inclined to be cross on the smallest provocation. She had become so engrossed in political meetings that "Dora" Eweword, who was continually at Clay's since the retreat of Ernest, one day remonstrated with her.
I suppose all I'm fit for is Mrs Eweword Mrs 'Dora' Eweword; do my housework in the morning and take one of these sulkies full of youngsters for a drive in the afternoon like all the other humdrum, tame-hen, respectable married women! It's a sweet prospect, isn't it?" she said vexedly, throwing herself on the bed. "Don't be absolutely absurd!
"Oh, a species of shyness like your own, which makes you talk freely of Dawn and Ada Grosvenor, because you have no particular interest in them, whereas there is some name you guard jealously from me," I cunningly replied. "Is it true that Miss Dawn is engaged to Eweword? If she is let me know in time to send her a wedding present.
Eweword figured in this account, and so prominently as to suggest that her talk of the fun she had had with him was a little forced, so on the following morning I took it upon myself to call upon the backward knight in his own castle.
"Yes; an' the men ought to come inside an' sweep, an' sew, and have their health ruined for a man's selfishness, an' be tied to a baby and four or five toddlers from six in the mornin' till ten at night, day in and day out, like the women do. What do you think, Mr Eweword?" she inquired of this individual, who had joined the company and awaited the conclusion of her remarks ere he greeted us.
As for gassing about love when there's no comfort to keep it alive, that's about as foundationless as we, always being supposed to think men our superiors, even the ones a blind idiot could see are inferior." "Are you going to marry him?" "I want to, but what on earth am I to do with 'Dora' Eweword?" "Break his heart to keep Ernest's together?" "Break his heart! It's the style to break, isn't it?
It was one of those irritations one cannot tell, so she let off her irritation in other channels. Matters did not brighten as the days went on. Two nights after Ernest's reported departure for the States, "Dora" Eweword brought Dawn home from Walker's committee meeting, and remained talking to her in the otherwise deserted dining-room till a late hour.
"Well, I bet you'd listen to what the red-headed mug said quick enough," replied "Dora" Eweword in an injured tone. "The red-headed mug, as you call him and his hair isn't much redder than yours, and is twice as nice," she retaliated, "he would be a gentleman anyhow, and not a bear with a scalded head."
It is not so long since I was your age that I have forgotten what may torment a girl's heart." Thus abjured she presently made me her father-confessor. Eweword it appeared had grown very pressing, and her grandma had urged her to accept him as the best of her admirers. The old dame had not observed the trend of matters with Ernest.
"Very well, anything for fun," she responded with dancing eyes; and as Ernest had the horse in I got into the sulky and said "There is room for three here, Mr Eweword, and we would be glad of you to put the horse out when we get home." He took the reins and a seat, and moved aside to make room for the loitering Dawn, but she said
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