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Miss Lou's expression made at least one thing clear she was emancipated and had taken her destiny into her own hands. Mrs. Whately felt that she must turn the tables at once, and so remarked, "It seems to me that the whole force of your argument tells against the North. You are bent upon conquering the South and making it think as you do." "Oh, no. Here the law of self-preservation comes in.
"Lis'n onct mo'," he said. "Dat was Perkins I laid out." All was still. "Chunk," said Scoville, "go back on your tracks a little and see if there are any signs of alarm." Obedience was very prompt, for Chunk muttered as he ran, "My heart des bustin' 'bout Zany. Got ter lebe her now, sho! Ter thunk ob her showin' so much gumption!" Scoville again took Miss Lou's hands.
Los Angeles with no Little Woman at his elbow was a dismal hole, and Casey got out of it as soon as possible. As per instructions, he drove down to San Diego, ventured perilously close to the Mexico line, fooled around there for a day looking for trouble, failed to find so much as a frown and drove back. He headed straight for San Bernardino, which was Smiling Lou's headquarters.
He felt that they owed her very much, and that she held the balance of power through her influence over the negroes; and yet he was incensed that she was not meek and submissive as a young woman should be under all circumstances. An angry spot burned in each of Mrs. Baron's cheeks, for she felt that Miss Lou's conduct reflected very unfavorably on her bringing up.
"My Aunt Cordelia has invited the visiting lady next door," said Emmy Lou. But it was Sadie's hour. "Our minister's coming," said Sadie. "Oh, Sadie," said Hattie, and while there was despair in her voice one knew that in Hattie's heart there was exultation at the very awfulness of it. "Oh, Sadie," said Emmy Lou, and there was no exultation in the tones of Emmy Lou's despair.
Georgie, Mary Lou reported, was a very sick woman, in Ma's and Mary Lou's opinion. Ma had asked the young O'Connors to her home for Christmas dinner; "perhaps they expected us to ask the old lady," said Mary Lou, resentfully, "anyway, they aren't coming!" Georgie's baby, it appeared, was an angel, but Joe disciplined the poor little thing until it would make anyone's heart sick.
"Dough-d-dough-m, Adam," said Emmy Lou. They laughed. But Dear Teacher did not laugh. The recess-bell rang. And Dear Teacher, holding Emmy Lou's hand, sent them all out. Everyone must go. Desks and slates to be scrubbed, mattered not. Everyone must go. Then Dear Teacher lifted Emmy Lou to her lap. And when she was sure they were every one gone, Emmy Lou cried.
"You are Mr. Perkins?" Jim asked, ignoring the assumption of Lou's relationship to him. "That's me!" The other glanced at the fresh bandage about the young man's head which Lou had applied just before they started out, and inquired: "You git hurt, some ways?" Jim explained briefly, and changed the subject with a haste which would have been significant to a less obtuse host.
Easy to-day to sit for a laughing hour with poor Mary Lord, to go to late service, and dream through a long sermon, with the odor of incense and spicy evergreen sweet all about her, to set tables, to dust the parlor, to be kissed by Loretta's little doctor under the mistletoe, to sweep up tissue- paper and red ribbon and nutshells and tinsel, to hook Mary Lou's best gown, and accompany Virginia to evening service, and to lend Georgie her best gloves.
And such was the Casey Ryan nature that he made no attempt to solve the problems which Mack Nolan had calmly reserved for himself. He did not dream, for instance, that Mack Nolan had watched him load the stuff into Smiling Lou's car. He did know that an unobtrusive Cadillac roadster was parked at the next campfire.
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