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Updated: April 30, 2025
It was just as she had always said it would be, without Grif, Dolly was Dolly no longer, for Grif's sake her faithful, passionate girl's heart was breaking slowly.
"We'll have 'The Fair One with Golden Locks' next time; I promise you that," whispered Ed to Mabel, whose shining hair streamed over her blue dress like a mantle of gold-colored silk. "Girls are pretty nice things, aren't they? Kind of 'em to take Jill in. Don't Molly look fine, though?" and Grif's black eyes twinkled as he planned to pin her skirts to Merry's at the first opportunity.
You'd better change places with Annette, Gus, and then we shall be ship-shape," said Frank, answering a telegram from the eyes that matched the blue jacket. "Wouldn't it be more ship-shape still if you put me ashore at Grif's landing? I can take his boat, or wait till you come back. Don't care what I do," said Jack, feeling himself sadly in the way.
She had been dozing, and on awakening she began to talk. "Aimée," she said, "where is Miss MacDowlas?" "In her room. I persuaded her to go and lie down." "I am very glad," quietly. "I want to do something particular. I want Grif's letters, Aimée." "Where are they?" Aimée asked. "In a box in my trunk. I should like to have them now." Aimée brought them to her without comment.
The good-natured offer being accepted with thanks, the changes were made, and, leaving him behind, the two boats went gayly up the river. He really did not care what he did, so sat in Grif's boat awhile watching the red sky, the shining stream, and the low green meadows, where the blackbirds were singing as if they too had met their little sweethearts and were happy.
"For three months," she answered. "I did not like to tell you because I knew she would not like it; but it dates from the time Grif went away." Mrs. Phil burst into an impetuous gush of tears, hiding her handsome, girlish face on Tod's neck. "It is a shame!" she cried out. "It is a cruel, burning shame! Who would ever have thought of Grif's treating her like this?"
"There has been a misunderstanding," she said, "which was no fault of Dolly's, and scarcely a fault of Grif's; and it has ended very unhappily, and Grif has gone away, and just at present it seems as if everything was over, but I can't help hoping it is not so bad as that."
And while they enjoyed themselves, and explored, and instituted a high carnival of innocent rejoicing, Dolly directed all her energies to the task of getting well and filling Grif's soul with hope and bliss. As soon as she had fully recovered they were to be married, not a day, not an hour, longer would Grif consent to wait.
Can't you ever chop off?" remonstrated Lord James. "You're pegged. Come and join us. Miss Genevieve will be interested to hear about the dam." "I'm interested, indeed I am, Tom. Papa says you are working out a piece of wonderful engineering." Blake stared. "What does he know about it?" "I suppose his consulting engineer told him your friend Mr. Griffith." "Grif's not working for him now."
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