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"Grandfather doesn't know that I came, or Aunt Claudia. They felt that your mother ought to see you first and so did I. Until the last minute. Then I saw Jefferson driving by I was down at the gate to wave to you, Randy and I just came " her gay laugh was infectious the men laughed with her. "You must let me out when we get to Huntersfield, and you mustn't tell either of you.
He had swept Becky along on a rushing tide. He had courted the Judge, and the Judge had pressed upon him invitation after invitation. Day and night the big motor had flashed up to Huntersfield, bringing Dalton to some tryst with Becky, or carrying her forth to some gay adventure. Her world was rose-colored. She had not dreamed of life like this.
She's a great dear. She hates to have me leave the school. She has the feeling that the world is a dark forest, and that I am Red Riding Hood, and that the Wolf will get me." Dalton found them all at dinner when he reached Huntersfield. He was not in the least prepared for the scene which met his eyes shining mahogany, old silver and Sheffield, tall white candles, Calvin in a snowy jacket, Mrs.
And there had been no doubt of her interest in Dalton before her aunt had gone away. Randy, coming often now to Huntersfield, had his heart torn for his beloved. No one except himself knew what had happened, and the knowledge stirred him profoundly. He held that burning torches and a stake were none too good for Dalton.
"I'm upset by what you've said, Flippin. Dalton's all right as far as I can see as a friend of mine. But when anybody comes courting at Huntersfield he's got to show credentials." He ate his lunch without much appetite. He was guiltily aware of what Claudia would say if she knew what had happened. But perhaps nothing had happened and perhaps she need not know.
"By Jove," he said, "now that I come to think of it, I am the head of a family there's Fiddle-dee-dee, and I shall have to reckon with Fiddle-dee-dee's children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren who will expect that my portrait will hang on the wall at Huntersfield."
Flippin and Mary were baking cakes for the feast at Huntersfield. Mrs. Flippin was to go over in the afternoon and help Mandy, and to-morrow Truxton and his mother would arrive. "The Judge is like a boy," said Mrs. Flippin; "he's so glad to have Truxton home." "Perhaps he won't be so glad when he gets here " "Why not?" Mrs. Flippin turned and stared at her daughter.
Flippin and Mary were baking cakes for the feast at Huntersfield. Mrs. Flippin was to go over in the afternoon and help Mandy, and to-morrow Truxton and his mother would arrive. "The Judge is like a boy," said Mrs. Flippin, "he's so glad to have Truxton home." "Perhaps he won't be so glad when he gets here " "Why not?" Mrs. Flippin turned and stared at her daughter.
There was a white lace wrap with puffs of pink taffeta and knots of silver ribbon which went with the gown. Becky with a sudden impulse put it on. She stripped the cap from her head, and wound her bronze locks in a high knot. She surveyed herself. Well, she was Becky Bannister of Huntersfield and the mirror showed her beauty. And Dalton had not known or cared.
Having the Bannisters at Huntersfield is like the English having a Victoria or an Edward or a George at Buckingham Palace or at Windsor; it adds flavor to their democracy " "Mary who's been saying all this to you?" he demanded. "My husband." "Truelove Branch?" She nodded. "I'd like to meet him, by Jove, I'd like to meet him. He has been teaching his wife to poke fun at her old friend "
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