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Her baby was coming in a fortnight. "You shall have the very best doctor in New York," said Anne, caressing the fair, tousled head. Her own heart was full. "We're going to have Braden Thorpe," said Lutie. Anne started. "But he is not—What you want, Lutie, is a specialist. Braden is—" "He's good enough for me," said Lutie serenely.
But," and she smiled confidently, "I don't intend to impoverish myself if I can help it, and I don't believe you are selfish enough to ask it of me." "Would you call Lutie selfish?" he demanded. "She gave up everything for George." "Lutie is impulsive. She did it voluntarily. No one demanded it of her. She was not obliged to give back a penny, you must remember. My case is different.
Near the close of their visit, Anne made an announcement that, for one day at least, caused them to doubt, very gravely, whether she was in her right mind. George, very much perturbed, went so far as to declare to Lutie in the seclusion of their bedroom that night, that Anne was certainly dotty. And the queer part of it all was that he couldn't, for the life of him, feel sorry about it!
At the outset he realised that his apartment, commodious when reckoned as a bachelor's abode, was entirely inadequate when it came to accommodating a company of persons who were not and never could be bachelors. Lutie refused to leave George; and Anne, after a day or two, came to keep her company. It was then that Simmy began to reveal signs of rare strategical ability.
"Not if I know myself," he muttered. "You'll never get me inside that house again. Why,—why, it's more than I could stand, Simmy. That old man tried—but, never mind. I can't talk about it. There's one thing sure, though: I wouldn't go near him again for all the money in New York,—not I." "I sha'n't insist, of course. But I do insist on your getting away from here. You are not to annoy Lutie.
The caretaker had switched on the lights in the big chandelier. "Sorry to be late, Anne. Morning, Lutie. How's my god-son? Couldn't get here a minute sooner. You see, Anne, I've got other clients besides you. Braden, for instance. I've been carrying out his instructions in regard to that confounded trusteeship. The whole matter is to be looked after by a Trust Company from now on.
He's nearly seventy." "They think of 'em until they drop, my dear," said Lutie sagely. "That's one thing we've got to give them credit for. They keep on thinking about us even while they're trying to keep the other foot out of the grave. You are going to lose the amiable Wade, Anne dear. He's not wearing spats for nothing."
The Head of the Concern put his O.K. on a Voucher for $43.60, and it occurred to him that Stereopticon Lectures seemed to be Advancing, but he asked no Questions. Ever after that Jim bought all his Goods of this one House. He had to. MORAL: Scatter Seeds of Kindness. Lutie was an Only Child. When Lutie was eighteen her Mother said they ought to do something with Lutie's Voice.
"You are really a wonderful person, Lutie Carnahan. How can you be so fine after all that you have endured?" "I suppose it is because I too happen to love myself," said Lutie drily, and turned to press the button. "We are all alike." Anne laid a hand upon her arm. "Wait. You will meet my mother here. She has been notified. She has not forgiven you." There was a note of uneasiness in her voice.
He had said to her that he would never marry her even though she gave up the money she had received from his grandfather, and she had said—how well he remembered!—that if George was worth thirty thousand dollars to Lutie, which was her all,—he was worth two millions to her, and her all.
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