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"Sure I will," Len promised heartily. He and his sister perfectly understood each other. They all went quietly upstairs; Len to dreamless sleep, Sally to thrilled memories of Joe Joe Joe, and Martie to shifting happy thoughts of the evening and its little triumphs, thoughts that always came back to Len's talk with Rodney. Rodney had asked Len for his pretty sister.
Martie thought of none of these things to-night. She thought of Rodney Parker, and her heart floated upon clouds of rose-coloured delight. Dreamily manipulating the cards, she remembered that twilight meeting. "Are you still a little devil, Martie ... I'm going to find out." Again they were walking slowly toward the bridge.
And how cruel he was, playing upon poor Ma's and Lydia's feelings just for his own satisfaction. "You understand me, don't you, Martie?" he asked grimly. "I suppose so." An ugly smile curved Martie's lips. Her lids were half lowered. "Well remember it. And never any one of you mention your sister's name to me again!" "No, Pa," said four fervent voices. Then they had dinner.
Martie established herself comfortably in the corner, slipped off her coat, smiled lazily at Rodney's obvious manipulation of the party so that he should be next her, played with her hot, damp, blackened knife and fork, and was in paradise. Ida Parker was in the party, and Florence Frost.
Lydia found the usual damper for her mood. "Very different for you from last Christmas, poor Mart!" she observed, with a long sigh. Martie was sobered. They went into the church for a moment's prayer, and Teddy wriggled against her in the dark, and managed to get a little arm about her neck, for he knew that she was crying.
"I really hadn't thought it out," she pleaded. "I should think you hadn't! I never heard anything like it," Lydia said. "I should think the time had come when you really might think it out I don't know what things are coming to " "Oh, Lyddy dear, don't be so tiresome!" Martie said rudely.
He seemed a dear," she said cordially. "I wish they had not come!" Martie said sombrely. "You wish ?" Sally's anxious eyes flashed to her face. "That they had never come!" "Oh, Mart! Oh, Mart, why?" "Because because I think perhaps I should not marry Cliff, feeling as I do to John!" Martie said desperately.
Although I suppose I could send some of our own roses just as well!" And Clifford, like other husbands, would take less money than was suggested from his pocket and say: "How's seven? You can have more if you want it, but I haven't any more here! But if you like, send Ruth down to the Bank " "What a fool I am!" Martie mused. "What does independence amount to, anyway?
Martie found Wallace tireless in his appetite for excursions, and committed herself cheerfully to his guidance. Catching a train, they rejoiced; missing it, they were none the less happy. Twice a week a matinee performance brought Wallace to the Granada Theatre at one o'clock. On other days, rehearsals began at eleven and ended at three or occasionally as late as four.
She didn't want to push coarsely out into the world. However, if you do, go ahead! I confess I am tired of seeing the dark, ugly expression you've worn lately, Martie. Go your own way!" Armed with this ungracious permission, Martie went down to see Miss Fanny, talked with Grace, and even, meeting him on a lonely walk, climbed into the old phaeton beside Dr. Ben, and asked his advice.
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