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Darrell gently raised the sweet face so that he looked into the clear depths of the brown eyes. "Tell me, Kathie dear, has she drifted away from me?" For an instant the eyes were hidden under the curling lashes; then they lifted as she replied, with an enigmatical smile, "Not so far but that you may follow, if you choose." Darrell bowed his head and his lips touched the golden-brown hair.
"Yes; five thousand dollars for appraising a collection they've been offered ten for, and she only has a third-interest," Kathie said, retracting herself into the chair lately vacated by Gladys Fleming. "If that makes sense, now ..." "Ah, don't you get it, Kathleen Mavourneen?" Ritter asked. "She doesn't care about the pistols; she wants Jeff to find out who fixed up that accident for Fleming.
Oh! there's Kathie, and she's got some cookies that are too dry to sell; I'm going to help her eat them," with which laudable purpose away she ran, to forget the limitations of her sex in an operation dear to both. About a week later came this letter from Morton.
"Good-by, John; God bless you!" she said, in tones audible only to his ear. "God bless and help you, Kathie!" he replied, and turned quickly to Trix waiting at his side. "Look at Duke," said Kate, a moment later, as Darrell sprang into the saddle; "he doesn't know what to make of it that you haven't bade him good-by."
I pledge you that love, Kathie; a love that will never wrong you even in thought; that you can trust in all the days to come as ready to defend or protect you if necessary, and as always seeking your best and highest happiness." "Thank you, John," she said, and bowed her head above their clasped hands for a moment. When she raised her head her eyes were glistening.
"How splendid!" approved Jane. Her approval was echoed by the others. "I'm hoping, after I get acquainted here in college, to do a little of that sort of thing," confided Kathie rather shyly. "I could spare an hour or so a day to do it. Only I don't know how to go about it." "Would you could you would you care to make some for me, some day?" hesitated Jane.
Jane having set the ball rolling, Adrienne promptly invited Marie Benham, a slim little girl with an eager, boyish face, framed in curly brown hair. This left Kathie Meddart, an extremely pretty girl of pure blonde type, to Judith. Considerable merriment arose over the extending and acceptance of the invitations.
"You dis'gree'ble thing!" shrieked Kathie, looking at her and feeling dreadfully, her eyebrows knotting up like two little squirming snakes. "If I'm a Mother Bunch, you're a bean-pole, and you'll be an ugly old witch some day, and you'll dry up and you'll blow away." By this time the two little pink starched sun-bonnets fairly stood on end at each other.
As they faced one another Darrell took both her hands in his, saying, "What is it to be, Kathie? Can we return to the old friendship?" She stood for a moment with averted face, watching the stars brightening one by one in the evening sky. "No," she said, presently, "we can never return to that now; it would seem too bare, too meagre.
"Meg, dear," she remonstrated, "is it that fancy-work?" "Well, isn't fancy-work all right?" The girl's voice shook a little. Mrs. Whitmore stirred uneasily. "No, it it isn't in this case," she protested. "Meg, Kathie, I don't like it. You are young; you should go out more both of you. I understand, of course; it's your unselfishness.
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