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Updated: June 5, 2025
"And I know the shop!" broke out Felix, to Masie's astonishment. "It's just before you get to the small chapel on the left." "By cracky, you're right! How long since you were there?" "Oh, some five years now." "Picking up things to sell here, I suppose.
For some minutes he sat without moving, his mind wholly absorbed with the events of the preceding hours. The roar and crush of the room came back to him. He caught again the light in Masie's eyes as she followed his lead in the dance and the mob of happy faces crowding to her side, and then with a shudder he confronted the gaunt sorrow that had hourly dogged his steps.
O'Day had fooled them with this new vision, just as he had bewitched them by the glamour of the decorated room. Only when a few simple words of welcome fell from her lips were the flood-gates opened. Then a shout went up which set the candles winking a shout only surpassed in volume and good cheer when Felix began handing up the little packages from Masie's basket.
But, my deary" here he laid his hand on Masie's head "would you like to see some REAL ONES, all-gold-and-silver lace and satin shoes and big, high bonnets with feathers?" Masie clapped her hands in answer and began whirling about the room, her way of telling everybody that she was too happy to keep still. "Well, wait here; I won't be a minute."
His disappointment over Kling's rebuff regarding Masie's future had been greatly lightened, relieved by his talk with Father Cruse an hour before, and he had again thrown himself into his work with a determination to make the last days of the year a success for his employer, all the more necessary when he remembered his plans for the child.
This was placed behind Masie's throne and so concealed by a rug that even Felix missed seeing it. That everybody had accepted everybody who had been invited "big, little, and middle-sized" goes without saying. Masie had called at each house herself, with Felix as cavalier just as he had promised her.
Although Masie's business on this particular morning was nothing more important than merely saying good-by to her "Uncle Felix" before she went to school, her wee stub of a nose had, until she saw him cross the street, been flattened against the glass of her father's front door, her two eager, anxious eyes fixed on Kitty's sidewalk.
While it was true that Felix, since Masie's party, had gained the complete good-will of his neighbors, there were, strange as it may seem, certain individuals who, while they acknowledged the charm of his personality, resented his quiet reserve. What nettled them most was his not having told them at once who he was and why he had come to Kling's, and why he had stayed on wrapped in mystery.
And then he felt a sudden tolerance for them, and an elating, courageous contempt for the conventions upon which he had fed, and an unhesitating determination to have this perfect creature for his own. When the gloves were paid for and wrapped Carter lingered for a moment. The dimples at the corners of Masie's damask mouth deepened. All gentlemen who bought gloves lingered in just that way.
Blobbs had a license and could advance money at reasonable rates, her principal business was in old-clothes and ready-to-wear finery. Being near "The Avenue" and well known to its denizens, many of their outgrown and out-of-fashion garments had passed across her counter. Here the young man who pounded away on Masie's piano, the night of her birthday party, borrowed, for a trifle, his evening suit.
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