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Updated: June 14, 2025
One hand was in his pocket. The two pairs of wide-open eyes blinked once. The two mouths spoke in unison: "Money talks." Gwendolyn's father drew his hand from his pocket. It was filled with bills. "Will these ?" he began. It was the Piper who snatched the money out of his hand and handed it to They.
And, "How do you do, darling!" said the ladies, and "Ah, little Miss Gwendolyn!" said the men. The last man on that side, however, said something different. When it came forth, it held an oblong box. "I didn't forget that this was your birthday," he half-whispered. "Here!" as he laid the box upon Gwendolyn's pink palm "that's for your sweet tooth!"
Now the Bird came bouncing to Gwendolyn's side. "You've read that bees are busy little things, haven't you?" he asked. "Well, this particular so-cial hon-ey-gath-er-ing in-sect " "That's the very one!" she declared excitedly. " Is no exception." "We must get it away from her," declared Gwendolyn. "Oh, how tired her poor feet must be!" Won't you eat it?" Puffy blinked as if embarrassed.
The Meredith's sprang forward to greet their father, while Aunt Janice, the story warm on her lips that she had just been telling, sat quite still, scarcely believing what her eyes saw. "Welcome, Donald and can it really be, or am I dreaming?" She stretched out her arms, while the stalwart form of Harry and Gwendolyn's son walked straight into the shelter of their love.
A heavy step advanced, followed by the murmur of trailing skirts upon carpet. Then Thomas spoke his tone that full and measured one employed, not to the governess, to Jane, to herself, or to any other common mortal, but to Potter, to her father and mother, and to guests. "This is Miss Gwendolyn's nursery," he announced. Beyond the curtains were persons of importance!
Then, "No, daughter," answered her father, while her mother leaned to lay a gentle hand on her forehead. The Doctor went aside to the larger table and busied himself with some bottles. When he came back, her father lifted her head a trifle by lifting the pillow her mother rising quickly to assist and the Doctor put a glass to Gwendolyn's lips. She drank dutifully, and was lowered.
At either side of her, smoke curled away like silk veiling blown out by the swift pace. "Oh, she's burning!" cried Gwendolyn, in a panic of sudden distress. The Doctor bent down. "That's money," he explained; " burning her pockets." "She can't see anything but the bee. She can't hear anything but the bee." It was Gwendolyn's father, murmuring to himself. "The bee!"
Now, the elder of the strangers drew closer. "I wonder," she began, addressing her hostess with almost a coy air, "if we could induce you to take lunch with us down-town. Wouldn't that be jolly, Louise?" turning. "Awfully jolly!" "Do come!" "Oh, do!" "Moth-er!" Gwendolyn's mother looked down. A sudden color was mounting to her cheeks. Her eyes shone. "We-e-ell," she said, with rising inflection.
Overhead, shading the way, were green boughs, close-laced, but permitting glimpses of blue. Upon this arbor, bouncing along with an occasional chirp of contentment, and with the air of one who has assumed the lead, went the Bird. Gwendolyn's father walked in silence, his look fixed far ahead. Trotting at his side, she glanced up at him now and then.
She already knew each detail of the forth-coming recital. "Well," began Jane, "she played her usual trick of startin' off without so much as a word to me, and I just up and give her a tongue-lashin'." Gwendolyn's spoon paused half way to her expectant pink mouth. She stared at Jane. "Oh, I didn't see that," she exclaimed regretfully. "Jane, what is a tongue-lashing?" Jane sat up.
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