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A horse in a box stall was squealing like a human being, and many human beings were screaming and shrieking like animals. My first intelligent thought was of the lovely lady. I shook Kinney by the arm. The uproar was so great that to make him hear I was forced to shout. "Where is Lord Ivy's cabin?" I cried. "You said it's next to his sister's. Take me there!"
Having no legitimate business at the back door of Stoneledge, the boy had no intention of braving old Ivy's sombre stare or the chance meeting with the mistress of the Great House, but there were other ways of communicating with Cynthia besides the back door and the vicarious personalities of those who ruled over her.
To this address there came a response in a few days, little as she had dared to hope for it a civil and brief note, in which the young poet stated that, though he was not well acquainted with Mr. Ivy's verse, he recalled the name as being one he had seen attached to some very promising pieces; that he was glad to gain Mr.
Over an hour of such sport had gone by when Bud remarked, "Ivy's a-missin' all the fun." "She's too little to go down by herself," answered John Jay; "but if I had another little board I'd take her down in front of me." He began looking around the wood-pile for one. Then he caught sight of the big dish-pan, which had been set outside on the logs to sun. "That's the ve'y thing!" he exclaimed.
For half an hour the dim enchantments of twilight had been abroad, transforming hill and valley, and merging heaven and earth in a tender, elusive atmosphere of dreams. But her absorbed, white face, and tense hands locked about her knees, showed that she was not concerned with the beauty of the evening. Mrs. Ivy's words had kindled a bonfire, by the light of which recent events leapt into view.
Mammy glanced from the floor to Ivy's tattered dress, and read the whole story. Outside, across the road, Uncle Billy leaned over his front gate in the deepening twilight, and peacefully puffed at his corn-cob pipe. As the smoke curled up he bent his head to listen, as he had done in the early morning.
According to the state of the weather, the friends either sat talking in Ivy's room or rambled about the grounds, where many a pretty and sheltered spot was discoverable. At such times the master of the house seldom showed himself, and, on the whole, Highmead reminded one of a mansion left in the care of servants whilst the family are abroad.
She's simply running wild, making no social connections whatever. What they really need, Cousin John, is a mother." "I must try to look after them more," the Doctor said, somewhat helplessly. "Have you seen them recently?" "I came by there this morning. They were all well, I suppose; Connie was at the Ivy's as usual, and Hattie at school. What a savage creature your new cook, Myrtella, is.
For the rest of the season Ivy met her knight of the sphere around the corner. Theirs was a walking courtship. They used to roam up as far as the State road, and down as far as the river, and Rudie would fain have talked of love, but Ivy talked of baseball. "Darling," Rudie would murmur, pressing Ivy's arm closer, "when did you first begin to care?"
I have hoped that you loved me as a teacher and friend. I dared not believe you could ever do more; now something within tells me that you can. Can you, Ivy? If the love and tenderness and devotion of my whole life can make you happy, happiness shall not fail to be yours." Ivy's gaze never for a moment drooped under his, earnest and piercing though it was.
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