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Even then, "Oh well, that depends!" was all she could safely say. Hennie had finished. He was still very warm. I seized the butterfly list off the table. "I say what about an ice, Hennie? What about tangerine and ginger? No, something cooler. What about a fresh pineapple cream?" Hennie strongly approved. The waitress had her eye on us. The order was taken when she looked up from her crumbs.
We're only sorry for your sake that the trouble has come, and I'm sure we all hope it will turn out not so bad as you fear," said Graeme heartily. "What about your mother, Charles?" said Margaret. "I'm afraid she will feel this dreadfully. Hennie and I were talking about it upstairs, and we were wondering if you could get her to come and stop with us for a time "
Hennie gave me a swift look it must have been satisfactory for he took a chocolate cream, a coffee eclair, a meringue stuffed with chestnut and a tiny horn filled with fresh strawberries. She could hardly bear to watch him. But just as the boy swerved away she held up her plate. "Oh well, give me one," said she. The silver tongs dropped one, two, three and a cherry tartlet.
"You dance like an angel, and we fit splendidly," and Hennie Penny found a man's arm about her decidedly and delightfully more inspiriting than all the arms of all the schoolgirls in the world, and danced as she had never danced before. So swift and light and smooth and graceful was their flight that before long the rest tailed off and all stood propped against the walls to watch them.
Pixley's unco' guidness had always cast a shadow upon the household, and Margaret had got from under it whenever the chance offered. "You are very good to me, my dear," Charles heard his mother say to Hennie Penny, one day when they two were alone together and did not know anyone was near. "If I had ever had a daughter I would have liked her to be like you.
"Did you say tangerine and ginger? I like ginger. You can bring me one." And then quickly, "I wish that orchestra wouldn't play things from the year One. We were dancing to that all last Christmas. It's too sickening!" But it was a charming air. Now that I noticed it, it warmed me. "I think this is rather a nice place, don't you, Hennie?" I said. Hennie said: "Ripping!"
She didn't really want anything. Hennie whispered, "Chocolate!" But just as the waitress turned away she cried out carelessly, "Oh, you may as well bring me a chocolate, too." While we waited she took out a little, gold powder-box with a mirror in the lid, shook the poor little puff as though she loathed it, and dabbed her lovely nose. "Hennie," she said, "take those flowers away."
"Meg, I rather like young men with rippled hair," said Miss Hennie Penny, as they passed the Carrefour and strolled between the dewy hedges towards La Tour, with larks by the dozen bursting their hearts in the freshness of the morning above them. "Do you, dear? I thought you scorned young men?" "As a class, yes! Especially the Cambridge variety. But not in particular.
"Now what would I like myself if I was in their place?" asked Miss Penny of herself, while she rectified the omissions of the last two days in the matter of Nature's cravings for a more varied diet than Brecqhou afforded. "Why, to be alone and free from the observation of Miss Hennie Penny," she promptly answered herself, and as promptly acted on it. "Meg, my dear, I am aweary.
"It is," laughed Margaret. "Are you coming, Hennie?" "I'll I'll risk it if Mr. Graeme will personally conduct me. He's in charge of us, you know." "Certainly!" and he held out his hand to her, and then looked at Margaret. "Will you please wait here till I come back for you?"
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