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"Yes; and it aint the first time I've got left, neither." With Mrs. Mason, the Ferguson Family, Lincoln Todd, and young Flaker on the tablets of my mind, I could truthfully assent to that remark. "Still, it may be just the making of you in the long run."
"I never saw such a beautiful swimmer as Miss Gemmell," said the mannish voice, and Belle replied impressively: "I believe you are not aware, Mr. Flaker, that the young lady you call Miss Gemmell is not my own daughter." "Your stepchild is she, or your husband's niece?" "Neither. She is no relation at all just a poor girl whom I have taken up to educate. She can barely read or write.
The opportunity came before the Evening was over, while I was in my pet hammock round the corner of the cottage, and Belle in a rocking-chair at the front. "Good-evening, Mr. Flaker," I heard her say. "I don't think you've ever seen the inside of our cottage. Won't you step in for a moment, now that it is lighted up?" The moment satisfied him, for he speedily returned to the veranda.
The pink and white uniform did indeed become her wonderfully well, and I was not surprised to notice hearty admiration in the sleepy blue eyes of the young house surgeon. Where had I seen that "Burne Jones' head" before? "You don't seem to remember me, Mr. Gemmell," said the owner of it, holding out his hand. "My name's Flaker. I was at Interlaken summer before last."
"You mean the one with the Burne Jones head and the sleepy blue eyes that's round with Mary all the time? His name's Flaker, and he's a medical student from Chicago. That's all I know about him." But she was destined to hear more, as we sat on the hotel veranda that night, from two old ladies inside the open window and closed blind. "Isn't it scandalous," said one, "the way Mrs.
Listeners never hear any good of themselves," said Belle, loudly enough to arrest the attention of the two dames. Walking over the dried-up moonlit grass to our cottage, I threatened to go back and give them a piece of my mind, but my wife said: "Maybe I did need a slight reminder. I haven't paid much attention to Mary's goings-on this summer. I must talk to Mr. Flaker the first chance."
"No, indeed, and his people would be in a great state if they knew the sort of company he was keeping." "Who are they?" "Don't you know? His father is Dr. Flaker, who has that fine mansion on the Grand Boulevard, and his mother belongs to one of the best New York families. They're all as proud as Lucifer." "I think it is time we went home, David.
"I don't want to think about that girl any more. I'm glad she's all right, but I hope never to lay eyes on her again." "Oh, yes, she's all right, and when she marries Dr. Flaker she won't want to 'papa' and 'mamma' us, though she may condescend to patronize us a little." "I'll be gled o' the day she draps the name o' Gemmell!" My wife is still a theosophist.
"I am never particular 'nough to please her. If it wasn't for Dr. Flaker I wouldn't stay here another day." "You like him pretty well, eh?" "Well enough, an' he's all broke up on me; says he was at Interlaken too, on'y he couldn't say anythin', 'cause he wasn't of age. His folks are awful high-toned." "They'll have their discipline," thought I.
Gemmell tries to shove that girl forward on every occasion?" "Yes," said the other. "The old friendship between her and Mrs. Martin is all broken up since she tried so hard to get Lincoln Todd entangled with her last summer, and now she's doing her best to catch young Flaker." "I don't believe he has any idea who the girl is, or rather who she is not."
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