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Perhaps, had Clayton Spencer been entirely honest with himself that night, he would have acknowledged that he had had a vague hope of seeing Audrey at the club. Cars came up, discharged their muffled occupants under the awning and drove away again. Delight and Mrs. Haverford arrived and he danced with Delight, to her great anxiety lest she might not dance well.
I think she misses you a little." "I wish I thought so!" Gentle Mrs. Haverford glanced up at him quickly. "You know she doesn't approve of me." "Why, Graham!" "Well, ask her," he said. And there was a real bitterness under the lightness of his tone. "I'll come, of course, Mrs. Haverford. Thank you for asking me. I haven't a lot of time. I'm a sort of clerk down at the mill, you know."
She had come home, tired and rather depressed, to find the Haverford car at the door, and Delight waiting for her in her sitting-room. Audrey's acquaintance with Delight had been rather fragmentary, but it had covered a long stretch of time. So, if she was surprised, it was not greatly when Delight suddenly kissed her.
The house is finished. Have you been here long, sir?" "Two weeks. Hang it all, Graham, I wish I'd let this creature commit suicide. She's do you know Delight is here?" "Here? Why, no." "At the hostess house," said the chaplain, proudly. "Doing her bit, too. Mrs. Haverford wanted to come too, and sew buttons on, or something. But I told her two out of three was a fair percentage.
"I told Doctor Haverford to-night that we would like to give him a car, Natalie," he began directly. It was typical of him, the "we." "A car? What for?" "To ride about in, my dear. It's rather a large parish, you know. And I don't feel exactly comfortable seeing him tramping along when most people are awheel. He's not very young." "He'll kill himself, that's all."
That was all. And she meant to learn who the girl was. "I know who it was," she hazarded. "I think you are bluffing." "It was Delight Haverford." "Delight!" She knew then that she was wrong, but it was her chance to assail Delight and she took it. "That child!" she continued contemptuously. "Don't you suppose I've seen how she looks at you? I'm not afraid of her.
Haverford took on the unreality of the rest of that twenty-four hours. But one part of it stood out real and hopelessly true. There wasn't any answer! Anna Klein had gone home, at three o'clock that terrible morning, a trembling, white-faced girl. She had done her best, and she had failed.
Bits of the afternoon's gossip reached him; the comments on Delight's dress and her flowers; the reasons certain people had not come. But nothing of the subject nearest his heart. At the end of the meal Delight got up. "I'm going to call up Mr. Spencer," she said. "He has about fifty dollars' worth of thanks coming to him." "I didn't see Graham," said Mrs. Haverford. "Was he here?"
Haverford in black velvet, a trifle tight over her ample figure, Marion Hayden, in a very brief garment she would have called a frock, perennial debutante that she was, rather negligible Mrs. Terry Mackenzie, and trailing behind the others, frankly loath to leave the men, Audrey Valentine.
The convention of Nov. 29, 1909, in Wilmington, was addressed by Miss Campbell and Miss Mary Winsor of Haverford, Penn. Memorials to Henry B. Blackwell and William Lloyd Garrison were read by Mrs. Gertrude W. Nields. The national petition work for a Federal Amendment was undertaken in Wilmington with Miss Mary R. de Vou and Mrs. Don P. Jones in charge; in the rest of the State by Mrs. Cranston.
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