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Tudor, I am afraid you are not quite so artless as you look! I began to wish Aunt Philippa would soon recall Jill. I found Miss Hamilton alone, and she seemed very glad to see me; her fair face quite flushed with pleasure when she saw me enter the drawing-room. 'I was afraid it was some stupid visitor, she said frankly, 'when I heard the door-bell ring. Did it trouble you to come?
Yet the jeweller, with his sixth sense, had seen through them in a trifle under ten seconds. Jill come to the conclusion that her newly-discovered love for Wally Mason had equipped her with a sixth sense, and that by its aid she was really for the first time seeing Derek as he was. Derek had not the privilege of being able to read Jill's thoughts.
Jill might have felt a little excluded, but for the fact that a sudden and exciting idea had come to her. She sat back, thinking. . . . After all, what else was she to do? She must do something. . . . She bent forward and interrupted Mr Brown in his description of a brisk passage of arms between himself and the best little girl's sister, who seemed to be an unpleasant sort of person in every way.
Have you ever watched a rosebud unfold in the warmth of the sun, each petal quivering, widening, until the intoxicating scent of the flower goes to your head like wine as you faintly perceive the rose heart within? In just such a way did Jill unfold her treasures to the Arab, sitting as some carven image in the shadow.
"God bless my soul!" ejaculated that startled gentleman adventurer, and collapsed onto a settee as if his legs had been mown from under him. "I've been looking for you all over New York," said Jill. Mr Pilkington found himself unequal to the intellectual pressure of the conversation. "Uncle Chris?" he said with a note of feeble enquiry in his voice. "Major Selby is my uncle."
"No, thank you, ma'am, we were only cheering Ed," said Gus, now upon his legs, and rather at a loss what to say till Mrs. Pecq's appearance suggested an idea, and he seized upon it. "My honored friend has spoken so well that I have little to add. I agree with him, and if you want an example of what girls can do, why, look at Jill. She's young, I know, but a first-rate scholar for her age.
Seeing her so pleasant and reasonable, I made a humble petition that Jill might be set free from some of her lessons to help me pack my books and ornaments. She made a little demur at this, and offered Draper's services instead; but it was Jill I wanted, for the poor child was fretting sadly about my going away, and I thought it would comfort her to help me.
"Go and dress, then come back, and we'll plan how we are to be placed before we call up the boys," commanded Jill, who was manager, since she could be nothing else. The girls retired to the bedroom and began to "rig up," as they called it; but discontent still lurked among them, and showed itself in sharp words, envious looks, and disobliging acts.
There were several other nice little lasses, and they all gathered about Jill with the sweet sympathy children are so quick to show toward those in pain or misfortune. She thought they would not care for a poor little girl like herself, yet here she was the queen of the troupe, and this discovery touched and pleased her very much.
"I really didn't run, I only walked very fast," said Jill. "I should think you might allow her the goal," said Mr Armstrong. Mr Armstrong was always coming to Jill's rescue; and if any of her heart had been left to win, he would have won it now.
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