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"Jeanette," said Molly Brownwell, "your mother and I were girls together. Your father saw more of her at our house than he did at her own home, until they married. Did you know that?" Jeanette nodded assent. "So one day last June she said to me, 'Molly, sometime I wish you would tell Jennie all about you and Bob." Mrs.
Then he went on: "The last thing my father paid for out of his own pocket on my account was that team of horses from the livery stable. They got to William's all right, but they were broken broken past repair. Poor beasts! Even so we were only just in time. The old parson married me to Jeanette. I would have killed him if he had hesitated. I didn't have to tell him so; he saw it.
"You heard William say the other day that he had never driven like that since and there I stopped him. It was since the day I came back to Jeanette he was going to say. We didn't mind the horses breaking that day. Where the going was good, they ran because they felt like it; where it was bad, they ran because I made them. I asked William if he had a doctor, and he said he had.
I have some one in view ... Yes.... Yes.... No doubt she might do ... I will let you know if I should require her ... Good-bye, Matron, and thank you." The doctor hung up the receiver. Then he turned to Jane; a slow, half-doubtful smile gathering on his lips. "Jeanette," he said, "I do not believe in chance. But I do believe in a Higher Control, which makes and unmakes our plans. You shall go."
What are you going to name her?" "How do you like Jeanette?" asked Barclay, as he turned the horse. "You know we can't have two Janes," he explained. "Well," asked the elder man, tentatively, "how does mother stand on Jeanette?" "Mother Mason," answered Barclay, "is against it." "All right," replied Lycurgus, "I vote aye. What does she want?" he asked. "Susan B.," returned Barclay.
As their lips met even Cynthia White realized that she had no business there. She vented the irritation of her embarrassment on the innocent Jeanette. "Come away," she whispered crossly. "Can't you see we're not wanted here?" She drew Jeanette out, leaving Thyra rocking Damaris in her arms, and crooning over her like a mother over her child.
It was necessary to take into consideration how they should now act. Their circumstances were very much altered. The whole of their provisions of dried meat, flour, and coffee, had been dropped by Jeanette in her flight, and, of course, eaten up or destroyed by the javalies. Henceforth they would have to depend entirely on their guns to supply them.
"You won't run any danger of finding anyone at this hour. What will the ladies take for breakfast?" "Two cups of chocolate, please," said Genevieve, beginning to get up. "Be so good as to make haste, Jeanette, get us our hot water and our chocolate, like a good girl and say nothing to anyone." Jeanette looked in the mirror, adjusted her cap, put back a stray lock of hair, and opened the door.
For this much is sure Jeanette was right in keeping to the end the image of Colonel Martin Culpepper as a knight-errant, who needed only a bespangled steed, a little less avoirdupois, and a foolish cause to set him battling in the tourney.
It was a slow process, and they were obliged to make frequent halts; but it was a sure one, and they preferred it on that account, as they knew the importance of getting back to Jeanette. The tent, with all their provisions and implements, was in her keeping. They were in high spirits as most people are who have just escaped from a perilous adventure and joked each other as they rode along.
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