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Laine's voice was exultant, revealing, and he coughed to hide its ring. "By the way, Moses, why don't you go home for Christmas? Didn't you tell me once you came from Virginia? What part?" "Palmyra, sir. In Fluvanna County, that's where I come from. Excuse me, but I bound to set down. Go home? Me go home?
"It's all in my bones, and I'm nothing but shivers. Isn't it grand to have Christmas in your bones? Have you got it in yours?" She held Laine's face between her hands and looked at it anxiously. "Cousin Claudia has it in hers. She and I are just alike. We've been filling stockings to-day for some children Timkins told us about.
You've got such nice strong arms, and I'm not afraid of lions or tigers or bears or or mice or anything when you are with me. Please like her, Uncle Winthrop!" Dorothea's face was pressed against Laine's. "Next to father and mother and Channing I love you best, and I think I'm going to love her next after you." "Mademoiselle Dorothea!"
For half a moment she looked at him, then, without warning, threw her arms around his neck and hid her face against his. "Is is it Claudia, Uncle Winthrop?" she whispered. "Is it my cousin Claudia?" "It is your cousin Claudia." The quiver in Laine's voice was beyond control, and, lifting the child's face, he kissed it.
Again there was silence, and presently a queer sound from Dorothea. "I can't help it, Uncle Winthrop! They're coming! Won't it be grand, because she will, I know she will, and I'm so glad I can't can't help " And big, happy tears rolled down Dorothea's face, which was pressed close to Laine's as he held her close to his heart.
In your part of the world, Miss Keith, don't you ever let men have a chance to forget there's such a thing as business?" Claudia got up. "I'm afraid they have too much chance." She put her hand lightly on Mrs. Warrick's arm. "Will you excuse me, Hope? I have a letter to write." She bowed slightly in Laine's direction and was gone before he could reach the door to draw aside the curtains for her.
She took Laine's hand and intertwined her fingers in his. "Please do." "In these clothes?" Dorothea hesitated. "Mother wouldn't like them, but " She jumped up and clapped her hands in excited delight. "Mother's got a headache and isn't coming down to-night, and if you will stay I think she will let me take dinner with you.
He done had what you might call a faintin' fit if'n he was a person." "Where is he?" Laine's voice was quick, and his eyes swept the room. "What have you done for him?" "He laid himself on the rug in your room, sir, and I give him a little brandy and water.
Moses was speaking to the wall opposite, but the wall not replying he got up and tip-toed to Laine's bedroom. Looking up, Laine saw him and called him in. "Go to bed, Moses," he said, and his voice was very tired. "There is nothing you can do. If I need you I will let you know." Moses shook his head. "I ain't a-goin' to bed, Mr. Laine.
And for the third time Laine's hands were shaken well by the ruddy-faced, white-haired old gentleman, with the twinkling, faded blue eyes, and old-fashioned clothes; shaken until they hurt. He was no longer a stranger. The touch of hands, the sound of voice, and a something without name had made him one of them, and that of which he had once been doubtful he knew was true.
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