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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Oh, my baby daughter!" murmured Gwendolyn's mother, brokenly. She bent forward until her face was hidden against the silken cover of the bed. "Mother didn't know you were being neglected! She thought she was giving you the best of care, dear!" "Two spoonfuls!" said the Doctor, grimly. "That explains everything!"
But when the sails were dry, and parted once more, and sunlight had replaced shower, he launched forth from the pink landing-place of Gwendolyn's palm and sped away and away, due west! But the view from the side window! Beyond the line of step-houses, and beyond the buildings where the maids hung their wash, were roofs. They seemed to touch, to have no streets between them anywhere.
She gave it a glance of disfavor now, and refrained from pursuing her idea. When the muslin dress was donned, and a pink satin hair-bow replaced the black one that bobbed on Gwendolyn's head when she rode, she returned to the window and sat down. The seat was deep, and her shiny patent-leather slippers stuck straight out in front of her. In one hand she held a fresh handkerchief.
"And if a certain person is to leave for the country soon " Gwendolyn's smile was knowing. "You mean 'a certain party." He was trying to tease her with that old nursery name! " She'd better rest. Good-by." And with that mild advice, he beckoned the nurse to follow him, whispered with her a moment at the door, and was gone. Gwendolyn's father resumed his place beside the bed.
It was acceptance. Gwendolyn stepped back the pink muslin in a nervous grasp at either side. "Oh, won't you stay?" she half-whispered. "Mother'll see you at dinnertime, darling. Tell Jane, Miss Royle." A bow. Louise led the way quickly, followed by the elderly lady. Gwendolyn's mother came last. A bronze gate slid between the three and Gwendolyn, watching them go.
"A little hysterical yesterday," went on Jane. "...Yes, sir, by messenger.... I'll be most careful, sir.... Thank you, sir." Jane and Thomas combined to make the remainder of the afternoon less dull. One by one the favorite toys came down from the second shelf. And a miniature circus took place on the rug beside the bed a circus in which each toy played a part. Gwendolyn's fear was charmed away.
His eyes were round and black under his brows, which were square and long-haired, and not unlike a certain new hand-brush that Jane wielded of a morning across Gwendolyn's small finger-tips. Over one shoulder, by a strap, hung a dark box, half-hidden by a piece of old carpet. In one hand he held a huge, curved knife.
"So this is the Gate you meant!" she called to the Policeman. The Gate was flung invitingly wide Thomas rushed toward it, his fourteen ears flopping horribly. "And here he is!" cried the Policeman. "On guard." The next moment "'Alt!" ordered a harsh voice a voice with an English accent. There was a flash of scarlet before Gwendolyn's face of scarlet so vivid that it blinded. She flung up a hand.
After which she showed her white teeth in greeting to Gwendolyn, then stooped, and touched an open palm with her lips. Gwendolyn's mother read the cards, and shook her head. "Tell the ladies explain that I can't leave my little daughter even for a moment to-day " "Oh, yes, Madam." "And that we're leaving for the country very soon." Rosa bobbed her dark head as she backed away. "And, Rosa "
"Yes, Madam?" "You know what I need in the country where we were before." A bow. "Pack, Rosa. And you will go, of course." "And Potter, Madam?" "Potter, too. You'll have to pack a few things up here also." A white hand indicated the wardrobe door. "Very well, Madam." As the door closed, the telephone rang. Gwendolyn's father rose to answer it.
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