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"Great heavens! what an Adam to select!" thought Broomhurst, involuntarily, as Mrs. Drayton rose rather suddenly from the table. "I'll come and help with that packing-case," John said, rising, in his turn, lumberingly from his place; "then we can have a smoke eh! Kathie don't mind, if we sit near the entrance."
Miss Esmé was feeling a bit petulant, perhaps because of Kathie Pierce's final taunt. "I think you aren't living up to our partnership," she accused. "Is it a partnership, where one party is absolute slave to the other's slightest wish?" he smiled. "There! That is exactly it. You treat me like a child." "I don't think of you as a child, I assure you."
"I do not object to reading your letters; indeed shall be glad of the privilege," replied Kate, with a deprecatory gesture. "You must be sure and give us the practical part, so we can learn by practice as well as theory," said Mr. Hayden, playfully. "Yes, and I will promise to be a faithful student, if that will be any inducement," added Grace; "and I know Kathie will, too; won't you?"
The deepening shadows hid the white, drawn face and quivering lips; he saw only the motionless, slender figure held so rigidly erect. "But, Kathie Miss Underwood you must have misunderstood me," he said, earnestly. "I have acted foolishly, but in no way falsely. You could not, under any circumstances, accuse me of deception " "I beg your pardon, Mr.
Oh Kathie, I know how monstrous, how cruel this must seem to you, but it is the only honorable course left me after my stupidity, my cursed folly; and, believe me, it is far more of a kindness even to you to stop this wretched business right here than to carry it farther." "It is not necessary to consider my feelings in the matter, Mr. Darrell.
"They would be simply great if one were giving a spread." "Why, that's ever so kind in you," glowed Kathie. "When I just spoke of it I wasn't fishing for an order. I mentioned it before I thought." "It's a good thing you did. I'll order two dozen for my own special benefit the minute my check comes," laughed Judith. "I sha'n't give Jane Allen one.
"Kathie Dysart, I'll tell your Sunday-school teacher, see if I don't." "Tell her what? you old, old, OLD thing!" Kathie Dysart loved her Sunday-school teacher, and now she was in a rage. She couldn't begin to scowl as fiercely as she felt; her cheeks sunk in, her lips drew down, her nose grew sharp and long in the effort. And, all at once, as the children say, her face "froze" so.
Kathleen never broke her promises, but it was plain that Dorn had read the mute, anguished wonder and flame in her eyes when they rested upon his empty sleeve, and evidently had told her things. Kathleen was white, wide-eyed, and beautiful then, with all a child's imagination stirred. "I've been telling Kathie how I lost my arm," explained Dorn. "I hate Germans!
"We are very glad to see you," she said, with a quick glance at the new-comer's face as she spoke. As they walked together toward the tent, after the first greetings, she felt his keen eyes upon her before he turned to her husband. "I'm afraid Mrs. Drayton finds the climate trying?" he asked. "Perhaps she ought not to have come so far in this heat?" "Kathie is often pale.
Silence fell between them, during which both were deeply absorbed in thought, while the fire gradually faded from the elder woman's eyes and the scarlet from her cheeks. At length she turned with an earnest look to her companion. "Kathie," she said, in a clear, resolute tone, "I have put my 'hand to the plow, and I am not going to 'look back."
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