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Barrington, one day, a real banking institution was incorporated, with the stock issued in dollar shares. Mr. Barrington, as president, headed the list of stockholders with a hundred, Miss Lavillotte following with seventy-five, while Mr. Dalton, Madame Bonnivel, and Larry Driscoll were all down for fifty, or less.
Some of it is well spent, I'll admit, and and it's none of my business at all but when it comes to telephones and for those people please don't be angry, Miss Lavillotte! it does seem absurd." Joyce laughed good-naturedly. His distress was genuine. "I know it must from your point of view, but now pray listen to mine.
"Is the idea general here that I am a man?" smiling up into his face so blithely that his eyes reflected the light in hers. "Why, yes, I'm afraid it is. You see we know so little of Mr. of your father in a personal way, and all I have said has been under that impression. I humbly beg your pardon for it, Miss Lavillotte." "No, you needn't. I'm not sure but I shall thank you for the mistake, indeed.
As they slowly passed on Joyce breathed out involuntarily, "Poor boy! He seems too sad even to wish for anything." Dalton gave her a quick, keen glance. "You have guessed it, Miss Lavillotte. He's got where he doesn't care. He is one of our finest workmen, and a good fellow, but he is so unsocial and gloomy the other boys all shun him." "Do you know his story?" asked Joyce with interest.
After an instant, which Joyce fondly imagined was given to silent sympathy, he said gently, "Burns are serious things, I know. Miss Lavillotte, I began stroking for the furnaces here when I was eight years old. I think" looking off in an impersonal manner, as if reckoning a problem, "that from that time on to fourteen, at least, I was never without burns on face, hands or arms.
He recognized Miss Lavillotte, who had been so kind to him the day he was burned, and waited patiently till she should turn from the little office window, and give him greeting. Presently she did turn; then, after a quick, intent look, advanced smilingly. "You are much better?" She asked eagerly. "You look almost well." "I am, thank you! I had fine care, you see." "Did you? That was good!"
George looked down upon the sweet face beside him, so filled with sympathy and concern, and checked some impulse to answer hastily. After a little he said in a deliberate voice, as if weighing each word, "Dear Miss Lavillotte, when death comes into a life like yours it means grief, pure and simple. Other thoughts and interests are put aside. There is no compulsion, no haste. They can wait.
Having assured themselves that Joyce was a proper Christian cognomen, suitable to a woman, they yielded the point, and Joyce Early was made Joyce Lavillotte by due process of law before old enough to know, much less to speak, her name.
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