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But the day after Guardy Lud left, just as the three were sitting together over a great State map of roads, perfecting their plans for a wonderful vacation, which was to include a brief visit to Ellen Robinson at Sterling, a noisy Ford drew up at the door, and there was Ellen Robinson herself, with the entire family done up in linen dust-coats and peering curiously, half contemptuously, at the strange pink-and-white architecture of the many-windowed "villa."
What was he doing there, with his keen face and worldly, confident carriage, amidst those clodhoppers? Was there peril in his presence? Your predatory creature hunts ever with fear in his heart. "Guardy," the voice of the elfin child rang silvery in the silence, as she pressed close to her companion. "Guardy, is he preaching?" "Yes, my dear little child."
He's working very hard on his newspaper." "You seem to know a good deal about it." "Naturally, since I've bought into the paper myself. I believe that's the proper business phrase, isn't it?" "Bought in? What do you mean? You haven't been making investments without my advice?" "Don't worry, Guardy, dear. It isn't strictly a business transaction. I've been ahem establishing a sphere of influence."
They have intercollegiate games and frats, and I guess it's all right. It has a peach of a campus, too, and a Carnegie library with chimes " "Well, but, dear, you aren't going to college just for those things." "Oh, the college'll be all right. Guardy wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't. But we'll go up there this morning and look around."
Jock, come here!" The innocent boy approached; with his girlish complexion, his flowery blue eyes, his perfect mouth, he stood before his mother like a large cherub. And suddenly he blew his ocarina in a dreadful manner. Mrs. Larne launched a box at his ears, and receiving the wind of it he fell prone. "That's the way he behaves. Be off with you, you awful boy. I want to talk to Guardy."
Mollie shyly and wistfully held out her hand. "Try and forget me, Sir Roger try and forgive me. I have been a foolish, flighty girl; I am sorry for it. I can say no more." "No more!" Sir Roger said, with emotion, kissing the little hand. "God bless you!" He, too, was gone. Then Mollie turned and put her arms round her guardian's neck. "Dear old guardy, I am sorry for you.
She's shamming. She's afraid to show her wicked, plotting face. She's lying there to concoct some new villainy. I won't spare her she didn't spare you. I'll send her packing, bag and baggage, before the week's out." "And if she refuses to go, guardy?" "Then," cried Mr. Walraven, with flashing eyes, "I'll make her go. I'll have a divorce, by Heaven!
She sat down before them, and beginning at the beginning, told them the whole story her forced and mysterious marriage and its very unpleasant sequel. "That I ever escaped," she concluded, "I owe, under Providence, to Mr. Ingelow. Guardy, I would have spared you if I could; but, you see, it was impossible. Of course, we won't prosecute your wife or her cousin.
"Yes, indeed," she responded frankly. "He's attractive. And he seems older and more well interesting than most of the boys of my set." "And that appeals to you?" "Yes: it does. I get awfully bored with the just-out-of-college chatter of the boys. I want to see the wheels go round, Guardy. Real wheels, that make up real machinery and get real things done. I'm not quite an ingénue, you know."
"It means, guardy, that but for the direct interposition of Providence you never would have seen your poor little Cricket again." And at last Dr. Oleander found his voice. "That infernal nurse!" he cried between his set teeth. Mollie heard the hissing words and turned upon him like a pale little fury. "Yes, Guy Oleander, the nurse played you false fooled you to your face from the first.
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