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Improvident marriage demanded, sooner or later, starvation. This one star remained to guide her when all else of the good Sisters' teaching grew dim in her memory. Prospecks marry without and you were done. So ran Janie's philosophy. The remains of the bull's-eye faded into dissolution. Nosey was aghast. The perfidy of women! "You led me on!" he cried.
"I was wonderin'," he said, "what my granddad, the original Cap'n Lote Snow that built this house, would have said if he'd known that he'd have a great-great-grandson come to live in it who was," scornfully, "a half-breed." Olive's grip tightened on his arm. "Oh, DON'T talk so, Zelotes," she begged. "He's our Janie's boy."
I had been warned that in doing business with farmers it would be necessary always to bargain; but there was that about Miss Janie's tone telling me that when she said sixteen pounds she meant sixteen pounds. I began to see a brighter side to Hubert St. Leonard's career as a farmer. "Very well," I said; "we will regard the cow as settled." I made a note: "Cow, sixteen pounds.
It may further be observed though the Major could not be expected to observe that he had such an estimate of his own attractions as led him to seize very eagerly on any evidences of liking for Harry's position, rather than of preference for Harry himself, which Janie's letter might be considered to afford. The Major, in fact, had a case; good argument made it seem a good case.
As he straightened again he became aware that the big man had entered the room and was regarding him intently beneath a pair of shaggy gray eyebrows. Mrs. Snow turned. "Oh, Zelotes," she cried, "he's got Janie's mouth, don't you think so? And he DOES look like her, doesn't he?" Her husband shook his head. "Maybe so, Mother," he said, with a half smile.
And in a whisper she added, "That young man of Janie's has been here a quarter of an hour, and Cecily wasn't dressed, and I've had to talk to him. Oh, dear!" She had her hand on his arm and drew him apart. "Any news of Harry Tristram?" she whispered. "Er no none." Her quick eyes looked at him in suspicion; he had hesitated a little. "You've seen him?" she asked. "Just casually, Madame Zabriska."
Thus far Janie's orders had been but a single dress for a customer, so she was much elated when commissioned to make three for Randy, and also to select and trim two hats for her. Mrs. Weston's idea of "one for best and one for everyday" had, by cautious urging upon Janie's part, been stretched to the extent of adding "one more for second best."
Janie was not denied to him, but only because no chance was given to her of denying herself. A footman, unconscious of convulsions external or internal, showed him into the morning-room. But Janie's own attitude was plain enough in her reception of him. "Oh, Bob, why in the world do you come here to-day? Indeed I can't talk to you to-day." Her dismay was evident.
"I guess some of the good looks are your own, Randy," Janie answered, which caused Randy to blush most becomingly. Monday was a busy day at the farm-house, and Mrs. Weston had said, "I can't spare the time to go over to Janie's this afternoon, but she wants ye ter try on one of yer gowns and ye can run over there after school. She'll know whether it looks right or not without any help from me."
A short chuckle escaped from Lord Southend's lips; he covered it by an exaggerated devotion to his broiled kidneys. Mr Neeld turned pink and murmured incoherent thanks; he felt like a traitor. "Yes, we see a good deal of young Harry," said Iver, with a smile "and of other young fellows about the place too. They don't come to see me, though. I expect Janie's the attraction.
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