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Updated: June 14, 2025
She received her mother's kiss gave a kiss in return; then she looked gloomily, distrustingly, at Lynda. After that she seemed complacent and obeyed, almost stupidly, whatever she was told to do.
Goes less and less often, but she cut yesterday." "Has has Lynda been here to-day?" "Yes. About three. When she found Betty gone, she wouldn't stay. Sit down, old man. You'll learn, as I have, to appreciate Lyn more if she isn't always where we men have thought women ought to be." Truedale sat down opposite Kendall but said he would take only a cup of coffee.
Now that I have recognized that the time will undoubtedly come when you, Con the lot of you will clear out, I have decided to prove to you all that I am not quite the dependant you think me." "Why what can you mean, Uncle William?" This was a new phase and Lynda bent across the dog at her knee and put her hand on the arm of the chair. She was frightened, aroused.
Then he forced himself to take a long walk. He ate his evening meal late, and finally sat down to his task of writing letters. He wrote six to Brace Kendall and tore them up; he wrote one to his uncle and put it aside for consideration when the effect of his day dreams left him sane enough to judge it. Finally he managed a note to Dr. McPherson and one to Lynda Kendall.
There was some excuse for the sudden friendship, for Brace during preparatory school and college had formed a deep and sincere attachment for Conning Truedale and at vacation time the two boys and Lynda were much together.
I hate to be always changing." "If you had a mother, Lynda, she would make you see what I mean. An old fungus like me cannot be expected to command respect from such an up-to-date humbug as you!" They had laughed it off and Lynda had, once or twice, donned a house gown to please her critical friend, but eventually had slipped back into suits and blouses.
It meant risking everything, for her people were abroad that night bent on ugly business; she had to betray them in order to save me. To have turned her adrift would have meant death, or worse. She remained with me nearly a week she and I alone in that cabin and cut off from the world she and I! There was only myself to depend upon and, Lynda, I failed again!"
She was strangely cheerful and uplifted; a consciousness of approval soothed and comforted her and she recalled, as she had not for many a day, the night of her mother's death the night when she, a girl of seventeen, had had the burden of a mother's confession laid upon her young heart.... "Lynda are you there, dear?" It had been a frequent, pathetic question during the month of illness.
It's a big thing this of adopting a child. What does Brace think of it?" "He adores everything Betty does. He says" Lynda smiled up into the face above her "he says he wishes Betty had chosen one with hair a little less crimson, but that doubtless he'll grow to like that tint better than any other." "Lyn, have you ever thought of adopting a child?" "Oh! sometimes. Yes, Con."
Why, after the first stunning shock, she seemed to be the only thing Lynda did know about ever had known! She stared at the little figure before her for what seemed an hour. She noted the worried, pitiful child face that, screened behind the worn and care-lined features, looked forth like a pretty flower. Then Lynda said, weakly: "Yes, I know about you all about you, Nella-Rose."
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