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Won't you have a piece of cake?" and then went out with her empty tray, and the air of having fulfilled the duties of hospitality to her niece's company. "I don't know," said Miss Simpson, "but it's rather early in the season for cold lemonade," and Langbourne, instead of laughing, as her tone invited him to do, said: "It's very good, I'm sure."
She was gifted with plenty of common-sense. Connie's teaching and precept had not gone for nothing with the girl. "Joan Meredyth knows that man, and he knows her." Half a mile out of Little Langbourne, Ellice put on the brake and alighted. "How is Snatcher?" she asked. Rundle touched his hat. A big and fearsome-looking man was Rundle.
She struck the refractory sheet of music flat upon the rack with her palm, and then tilted her head over her shoulder towards Langbourne, who had risen with some vague notion of turning the sheets of the song. "Do you sing?" "Oh, no. But I like " "Are you ready, Bab?" she asked, ignoring him; and she dashed into the accompaniment.
"I mean, was it your idea?" "We thought it would be better." The evasion satisfied Langbourne, but he asked, "Had I given you some cause to distrust me at that time?" "Oh, no," she protested. "We got to talking it over, and and we thought we had better." "Because I had come here without being asked?" "No, no; it wasn't that," the girl protested. "I know I oughtn't to have come.
Miss Bingham was easily mistress of the situation; she did not try to bring Miss Simpson into the conversation, but she contrived to make Mrs. Simpson ask Langbourne when he arrived at Upper Ashton Falls; and she herself asked him when he had left New York, with many apposite suppositions concerning the difference in the season in the two latitudes.
"Oh, no, indeed, Mr. Langbourne," said Barbara compassionately. "Then why did you?" "I don't know. We " "No; not 'we. You!" She did not answer for so long that he believed she resented his speaking so peremptorily and was not going to answer him at all. At last she said, "I thought you would rather give them back."
"I don't know," he began, "whether I shall have the time " "Why, you're not going away to-day!" "I expected I But if you don't think I shall be intruding " "Why, I should be delighted to have you. Mr. Dickery's going, and Jenny Dickery, and Barbara. I don't believe it will rain." "Then, if I may," said Langbourne. "Why, certainly, Mr. Langbourne!" she cried, and he started away.
It was of a tiled roof lifted among cypresses and laurels with pigeons strutting on it and sailing over it. "It was that picture," said Langbourne, since he must say something, "that I believe I got the song for; it made me think of the roof of an old Spanish house I saw in Southern California." "It must be nice, out there," said Miss Simpson, absently staring at the picture.
Dickery to a business meeting of the book-club, but they would be back before Langbourne could get away; she made him promise to wait for them. He did not know if Barbara looked any protest, at least she spoke none, and Juliet went out with Dickery. She turned at the door to bid Barbara say, if any one called, that she was at the book-club meeting.
But distasteful as the fact was to Langbourne, and wounding as was the realization that he had been led on by this witness of his infatuation for the sake of the entertainment which his letters gave two girls in the dull winter of a mountain village, there was still greater pain, with an additional embarrassment, in the regret which the words conveyed.
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