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Updated: May 27, 2025
It had been lent to Charlotte by one of her schoolmates, a girl with fluffy yellow hair and many rings, whom after a week's acquaintance, to use her own phrase, she simply adored. Her name was Lucile Lyle in itself adorable and the intimacy with her had resulted in Charlotte becoming Carlotta. "Lyle?" Aunt Virginia repeated questioningly. "Don't you remember Maggie McKay, Virginia?
"Any time you wish," Lyle answered, "I spoke to him the other day about your coming, and he said you would be most welcome." "Then he graciously consented to receive me! Very well, suppose we go now, it is not late." Arriving at the cabin, they found Jack and Mike sitting outside the door, watching the last fleeting colors of the gorgeous sunset.
"The younger one, the one you particularly admired, is to stop for a few weeks only; the other will probably remain permanently, as he is bookkeeper for the mining company." Jack gave an almost imperceptible start, but slight as it was, Lyle noticed it, and turning quickly, saw a peculiar expression of mingled surprise, perplexity and annoyance on his usually immobile face.
Eugene could see that at a glance. It was Lyle who taught him the art of type-setting. He demonstrated the first day the theory of the squares or pockets in a case, how some letters were placed more conveniently to the hand than others, why some letters were well represented as to quantity, why capitals were used in certain offices for certain purposes, in others not.
"My preserver," said Annot Lyle, "has a right to my poor exertions; and you, too, my lord, you, too, are my preserver, and were the most active to save a life that is worthless enough, unless it can benefit my protectors."
Lyle gave him a smile of rare sweetness and deep significance; "I am glad to know that," she said simply. "Why so?" he asked, pausing and seating himself beside her; "Did you think I could fail to recognize the soul that looked out to welcome me when I first came, no matter amid what surroundings I found it?"
"While he was speaking, Lyle and I had been searching every corner, studying the details of each room. I was so afraid that, without telling me, he would make some deductions prejudicial to Arthur, that I never left his side. I was determined to see everything that he saw, and, if possible, to prevent his interpreting it in the wrong way.
"We have practically decided to accept your estimates," Lyle said, "but it seems advisable to make one or two alterations, and we want you to ride over with us to Green Mountain to-morrow and make a survey of a fresh site that one of the others seems to think favorable.
He paused a moment, and laid his hand affectionately on Lyle's shoulder. "I now have a pleasant surprise for you both. I wish to introduce you to Marjorie Lyle Washburn, my cousin and my adopted sister." With a burst of tears, Miss Gladden knelt beside Lyle, throwing her arms about her neck, while Lyle whispered: "Dear Leslie, you have been like a sister to me in my poverty and loneliness.
They spoke on trivial subjects, until it was time to return to the house. Just as they were entering, Lyle said: "Look! there is my brother-in-law standing at the gate. Oh, Miss Rothesay, be sure you never tell him of the things we have been talking about." "It is not likely I shall ever have the opportunity. Mr. Gwynne seems a very reserved man."
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