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"What I vote," said Gowan, "is that each bedroom should have a show of its own, ask the others to come as audience, charge admission, and wangle the cash that way." "There'd be some sport in that!" agreed Lilias. "It's great!" declared Dulcie. "You bet it will catch on!" purred Prissie. Gowan's scheme undoubtedly caught on. It was so attractive that there was no resisting it.
"Frank, my lad, your father asked me to give an eye to you, and bade me tell you that if you were ever in any difficulty you were to come to me for help. Remember that please, for I will help Robert Gowan's son in every way I can." The friendly feeling he had already had for his father's companion all came back on the instant, and Frank held out his hand. "Hah, that's right, boy.
"My dear Dolly!" said Aimée. "My dear Aimée!" said Dolly. These were the first words the two exchanged when, the evening after Ralph Gowan's visit, the anxious young oracle presented herself at Brabazon Lodge, and was handed into Dolly's bedroom.
"We'll harrow their feelings first, and end in comedy." The five bedrooms drew lots for the order of their performances, and the honor of "first night" fell to the Blue Grotto. Squatting on Gowan's bed, they each contributed portions of the plot. "Shall we write it out and learn our parts?" asked Lilias. "Certainly not.
There was no sidesaddle at the ranch, but there was a surefooted old cow pony too wise and spiritless for tricks, and therefore safe even for a less experienced horsewoman than was Mrs. Blake. Knowles and Gowan and the engineer returned so late that they found all the others at the supper table. Blake's freshly sunburnt face was cheerful. Gowan's expression was as noncommittal as usual.
Blake looked at it thoughtfully. After some moments, he placed the sack where it had lain at first, and upset the keg of spikes on top of it. He then carefully examined Gowan's saddle; but it told him nothing. He shook his head doubtfully, and returned to camp. Going quietly around to Gowan, he set down the lantern close before the puncher's face and stopped to light a cigar.
She looked at him as it expecting now a burst of repentant thanks; but he remained speechless, and a feeling of resentment against him rose in Lady Gowan's breast, as she felt that this was not the return the boy should have made to her gentle reproof, her offer to free him from his difficulty, and her eyes flashed upon him angrily. "Oh, mother!" he cried, "don't look at me like that."
Now it was all very well to sit in the sanctuary of their schoolroom trying such mild magic as divination through chestnuts and apple skins. Gowan's northern blood yearned after more subtle witchcraft. "I shan't be content till I've pulled a cabbage stalk!" she declared. "I don't see why we need wait till midnight! Hallowe'en is Hallowe'en as soon as it's dark, I should think.
Little Dorrit would have been glad to make her visit to Mrs Gowan, alone; but as Fanny, who had not yet recovered from her Uncle's protest, though it was four-and-twenty hours of age, pressingly offered her company, the two sisters stepped together into one of the gondolas under Mr Dorrit's window, and, with the courier in attendance, were taken in high state to Mrs Gowan's lodging.
"But we've won the victory for the little chap's faith, though it has cost us Gowan's further patronage!" The man had refused to be persuaded to allow the priest to choose some institution to which Jeemsie might safely be sent merely because it was a priest who wished to have a voice in the matter, Val was inclined to think; for the Protestant Home which Gowan favored was in no way superior.
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