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He was but a man, subject to man's caprices, and when next morning he met Katy Lennox, looking in her light muslin as pure and fair as the white blossoms twined in her wavy hair, his resolution began to waver. Perhaps there was a decent hotel in Silverton; he would inquire of Dr.
"You are getting very good to think a few days' visit in the country will harm you," Wilford replied; "besides that, neither Mrs. Mills, nor the Beverleys, nor Lincolns, are church people, and cannot, of course, sympathize in this superstitious fancy." Katy looked up in astonishment, for never before had she heard Wilford speak thus of the Fast which his whole family honored.
"I don't want to st-a-a-y up here and be groaned at," he sobbed. "There, you bad boy!" cried Katy, all the more angry because she was conscious of having enjoyed it herself, "that's what you do with your horrid hymns, frightening us to death and making Phil cry!" And she gave Dorry a little shake.
I have pitied you up to the present time, and indulged you in the non-payment of your rent for over a week I can do so no longer, for you have told me a falsehood." "No, sir, I have not," pleaded the sick woman. "Your child buys bread." "I did not give her the money." "Where did you get the money to buy that roll with?" demanded Dr. Flynch, turning sharply to Katy. "Tommy Howard gave it to me."
She was still poor and proud, and she could not endure the thought of asking a loan, which might be regarded as a gift, or which, by her own inability to pay it, might virtually become such; therefore she proposed to present her father's silver watch as security for the payment of the debt. Katy was not at all pleased with the mission which her duty seemed to impose upon her.
Katy, who had the finest plans in the world for being "heroic," and of use, never saw, as she drifted on her heedless way, that here, in this lonely little sister, was the very chance she wanted for being a comfort to somebody who needed comfort very much. She never saw it, and Elsie's heavy heart went uncheered. Dorry and Joanna sat on the two ends of the ridge-pole.
"No, no," cried Elsie, struggling, "you mustn't! You'll see what I've said and Cousin Helen said I wasn't to tell. It's a secret. Let go of my slate, I say! I'll tell Cousin Helen what a mean girl you are, and then she won't love you a bit." "There, then, take your old slate!" said Katy, giving her a vindictive push.
Of Genevra, too, she talked with Katy, and at her instigation wrote a friendly letter, thanking Miss Lambert for all her kindness to her son, expressing her sorrow that she had ever been so unjust to her, and sending her a handsome locket, containing on one side a lock of Wilford's hair, and on the other his picture, taken from a large-sized photograph. Mrs.
As thoughts of Genevra always made Wilford kinder toward his wife, so now he kissed her white cheek, noticing that, as Mark had said, it was whiter than last year in June. But mountain air would bring back the roses, he thought, as he handed her the note. "Oh, yes, from Marian Hazelton," Katy said, glancing first at the name and then hastily reading it through. "Who is Marian Hazelton?
He doesn't care any more for that poor blind girl in there, that he's engaged to, than the dust which sticks to his patent leather shoes. I believe the truth is slowly beginning to dawn upon her." At that moment she heard Dorothy's voice calling her, and she went quickly to her side. "Oh, how long have I slept, Katy?" she cried. "An hour or such a matter," responded the girl.
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