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"I'll take a little," she said weakly; "it's so bad for my gout." "What," asked Trixton Brent, flashing an amused glance at Honora, "are the symptoms of gout, Lula? I hear a great deal about that trouble these days, but it seems to affect every one differently." Mrs. Chandos grew very red, but Warry Trowbridge saved her. "It's a swelling," he said innocently.
"Bless you, I don't mean Patrick, although I had a terrible time finding him. I mean the horse. Trixy Brent gave him to me before he went abroad." "Gave him to you!" Honora exclaimed. "Oh, he's always doing kind things like that, and he hadn't any use for him. My dear, I hope you don't think for an instant Trixy's in love with me! He's crazy about Lula Chandos.
"That's Lula Chandos," explained Lily Dallam in her usual staccato, following Honora's gaze, "at the piano, in ashes of roses. She's stopped mourning for her husband. Trixy told her to-night she'd discarded the sackcloth and kept the ashes. He's awfully clever. I don't wonder that she's crazy about him, do you? He's standing beside her."
If Barney didn't come, if no one was sent in his place, her promise to Wallula would be broken, and Molly remembered Wallula's words, "My mother say all white peoples forget, and break promises to Indians;" and her own vehement reply, "I sha'n't forget; I sha'n't break my promise, you'll see, you'll see, Lula!" Break her promise after that! Never, never!
"Can't you come over to my box for lunch? I've asked Lula Chandos and Warry Trowbridge." It was not without appropriateness that Trixton Brent called his house the "Box." It was square, with no pretensions to architecture whatever, with a porch running all the way around it.
"Who else in this shameless town would have the sense, the feeling, to approach a lady with flowers they give 'em the ballot instead!" "Don't speak of it!" she implored, lifting her hand tragically as if to ward off a blow. "But I must speak of it, Lula," he exclaimed, seizing the despairing hand. "As much as I hate to mention a matter so indelicate, I must, because it concerns us."
"Nevertheless, Randolph is of a very sensitive and delicate make-up," pursued his mother, "and I don't think such associations good for him. He moaned in his sleep last night, and I couldn't think what it could be." "It couldn't have been the candy we made this afternoon, could it, Cousin Lula?" Charlotte asked, in her gentlest way.
I can read and write and talk, talk, talk, all day in English," smiling roguishly, then more seriously and anxiously. "Is it pretty fair English, white English, Major Molly?" "'White English'!" laughed back Major Molly. "You are such fun, Lula. Yes, it's pretty fair white English."
Dallam went so far as to affirm, "if Lula Chandos and Clara Trowbridge and others hadn't been there and seen it too; I shouldn't have believed it." Honora was finding penitence a little difficult. But her heart was kind. "Do sit down, Lily," she begged. "If I've offended you in any way, I'm exceedingly sorry I am, really.
Five minutes after you left me they all started for your house, and Lula Chandos said it was the quickest cure of a headache she had ever seen." "Lily," Honora began again, with exemplary patience, when people invite themselves to one's house, it's a little difficult to refuse them hospitality, isn't it?" "Invite themselves?" "Yes," replied Honora.
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