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Maynard as it was that awful sense of desolation, as if the world had come to an end. At one moment she would think she missed King the most; then with the thought of her father, a rush of tears would come; and then her poor little tortured heart would cry out, "Oh, Mother, Mother!"
"It's he!" replied the girl, shuddering; "wait!" "He" was the unfortunate invalid, who was passing down the hallway upon the arm of Lieutenant Maynard; Helen shook her head at all her aunt's laughing protests, and could not be induced to leave the room until the two had passed on; then she ran down, and leaving the house by another door, sprang into the carriage with Mr.
Across the car was a little girl who seemed to be about her own age, and Marjorie greatly wished that they might become acquainted. Mrs. Maynard said that after luncheon she might go and speak to the little stranger if she chose, and Marjorie gladly did so. "I wonder if you belong in my car," said Marjorie, by way of opening the conversation.
But Miss Helen Maynard had been only obscured and not extinguished. At the first outbreak of hostilities a few Americans had still kept giddy state among the ruins of the tottering empire. A day or two after she left the Rue de Frivole she was invited by one of her wealthy former schoolmates to assist with her voice and talent at one of their extravagant entertainments.
Grace went to her and felt her hands and her flushed forehead. "I am worse this evening," said Mrs. Maynard. "Oh, no," sighed the girl, dropping into a chair at the bedside, with her eyes fixed in a sort of fascination on the lurid face of the sick woman. "After getting me here," continued Mrs. Maynard, in the same low, hoarse murmur, "you might at least stay with me a little.
"I hate myself whenever I have to feign anything. I knew perfectly well that you did n't say she was young," she broke out desperately. "Say Mrs. Maynard was young?" he asked stupidly. "No!" she cried. She rose hastily from the bench where she had been sitting with him. "I must go back to her now." He mounted to his buggy, and drove thoughtfully away at a walk.
Maynard believed that people, both young and old, need all the sleep they can take, but Christmas morning was, of course, an exception, and patting Kitty rather vigorously on her shoulder, Marjorie called out, "Merry Christmas!" "Who?" said Kitty, drowsily, rubbing her eyes, as she sat up. "Oh, Mops! you caught me! Merry Christmas, yourself! Let's go and catch King!"
She never walks out of second-story windows when she's at our house. I guess I'd better take her back there." "Not to-morrow," said Kitty. "Wait till next day, won't you, Uncle Steve?" "All right; day after to-morrow, then. But we mustn't stay away from Grandma longer than that." "And now I think our adventurous little explorer must go back to her dreams," said Mrs. Maynard.
She must go away from him, away from Sir Christopher, and Lady Cheverel, and Maynard, and everybody who had been kind to her, and thought her good while she was so wicked. Some of Mrs.
"Bravo, Rose Miss Maynard!" cried the seaman, leaning back in his chair and laughing heartily. "Since then we have managed to get along fairly well, but a month ago Rose contracted a low fever, and had to remain at home until the beginning of this week.
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