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"I'll carry her," said Lizzie. The baby opened her eyes. "No, no one cally but Lyd." "Let Daddy carry you," begged Amos. Patience's little voice rose to a wail. "No one cally but Lyd." "You don't have to be so polite," sniffed Lydia, "I carry her all the time." She lifted the sleepy baby easily and Patience dropped her soft cheek against Lydia's and closed her eyes again. Lydia turned to Marshall.
HOR. What! if our former love returns, and unites by a brazen yoke us once parted? What if Chloe with her golden locks be shaken off, and the door again open to slighted Lydia. LYD. Though he is fairer than a star, thou of more levity than a cork, and more passionate than the blustering Adriatic; with thee I should love to live, with thee I would cheerfully die.
Lyd, I wouldn't have missed this day for a hundred dollars!" Lydia scarcely heard him. "John Levine!" she murmured. "My best friend! Oh, I can't believe it." "Shucks! Why, that's life! Gee, what rich pickings! Me for the real estate business!" "Kent, it's stealing, just as my squaw said. And it's just the meanest, dirtiest kind of stealing!" "It's nothing of the kind.
Martie was vaguely conscious that her mother, frightened and pale, was in the room, and that Len had come to the hall doorway. "Martie," said her father, breathing hard, "where were you yesterday afternoon?" "At Alice Clark's Five Hundred with Lyd " the girl was beginning innocently. He cut her short with an impatient shake of the head. "I don't mean yesterday! Where were you on Monday?" "Monday?
Kent led the way to the window-seat. "You're a good old sport, Lyd," he said. "Charlie'll look out for you. I gotta get back to Olga." he returned to make peace with the pink organdy. She was very lovely and Kent was having his first flirtation.
Old Lizzie was watching for them and when they came stamping into the dining-room, they found a pitcher of steaming cocoa and a plate of bread and butter with hot gingerbread awaiting them. "See if you can get her to eat, Kent," said Lizzie. "Sure, she'll eat," Kent answered her. "Gimme back my hanky, Lyd!" Lizzie gave a keen look at Lydia's tear-stained face and turned abruptly into the kitchen.
"Your father's been telling me about your discussion, Lyd," he said. "You can't mean to stick by your decision!" Lydia sat down wearily. "Oh, Kent, don't you begin at me, too." "But I think I ought to, Lydia," replied Kent, his voice dangerously eager. "I don't think any of your friends have a right to be quiet when you're letting a silly scruple ruin your and your father's future."
Lydia looked at him admiringly, then she shivered a little. "I hate to think of it, but I'll stand by you, Billy, whatever you do." "I'm going into ex-Senator Alvord's law office this June. I'll bet he'll help. He's so sore at Levine. It'll be lovely muckraking, Lyd!" "I hate to think of it," she said unsteadily. "Lizzie is miserable, to-day.
"Say, Lyd dear, we've been having great times since you were away I didn't have a chance to say a word to you at the funeral but the school board, or the city fathers, or some one, has made Pa an offer for the house!" "What house?" Lydia asked interestedly. "THIS one." Martie began to chew the fresh sprout of a yellow banksia rose. "This one!"
Lydia rose. "Then that's settled. On Monday we'll register. I'll meet you on the eight o'clock car." "I can't thank you, Lyd, " began Margery. "I don't want any thanks," said Lydia, making for the door, where Dave intercepted her with outstretched hand. Lydia looked up into his dark face and her own turned crimson. "I can't shake hands," she said, "honestly, I can't.
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