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It had been loads of fun having a steady, and I knew now how excited Mazie, one of our maids at home, must have felt the day she became engaged to hers, who was the milkman. But I had somehow thought that nobody but girls of Mazie's sort had steadies, and I had wished I could be a maid for a few weeks just to find out how it would feel to possess some one and be possessed by him.
Susan had not forgotten Keith's feverish retreat from Mazie's greeting called up to the veranda the month before. But then, for that matter, had he not retreated from everything until she determinedly took him in hand? And he must some time begin to mingle with the world outside the four walls of his house! Why not now? What better chance could she hope to have for him to begin than this?
Say that he is to leave a certain package, about which he knows well enough, at the Pendergast Hotel, to be given to M. Kriskie. Say that he is, after that, to leave Chicago at once and is not to return for sixty days. "See?" He attempted another smile. "It is little that we ask of you; little that we ask of him virtually nothing." Mazie's heart was beating wildly. So that was the game?
"Well, he ain't to blame for it, if he is blind, is he?" chattered the boy, a bit incoherently. "If you're blind you're blind, and you can't help yourself." And with a jerk he freed himself from Mazie's grasp and hurried down the road toward home. But when he reached the bend of the road he turned and looked back.
"'Course he can't, if he's blind!" Keith showed irritation now, and pulled not too gently at the arm still held in Mazie's firm little fingers. "Blind! Ugghh!" interposed Miss Dorothy, shuddering visibly. "Oh, how can you bear to look at him, Keith Burton? I couldn't!" A sudden wave of red surged over the boy's face. The next instant it had receded, leaving only a white, strained terror.
Keith told Susan that afternoon that if Mrs. McGuire did not keep people away from that porch when he was out there with John, he would not answer for the consequences. Susan told Mrs. McGuire, and Mrs. McGuire told Mazie Sanborn, at the same time returning the loaned book all of which did not tend to smooth Miss Mazie's already ruffled feelings. To Dorothy Mazie expressed her mind on the matter.
They were Mazie Sanborn and her friend Dorothy Parkman. Mazie was the daughter of the town's richest manufacturer, and Dorothy was her cousin from Chicago, who made such long visits to her Eastern relatives that it seemed sometimes almost as if she were as much of a Hinsdale girl as was Mazie herself. To-day Mazie's blue eyes and Dorothy's brown ones were full of mischief.
"Kind of funny-looking, though, isn't it?" commented Mazie. "Father'd love it, so'd Aunt Hattie," avowed Dorothy, evidently not slow to detect the lack of appreciation in Mazie's voice. "And I do, too," she finished, with a tinge of defiance. Mazie laughed. "Well, all right, you may, for all I care," she retorted.
"DOROTHY PARKMAN!" Keith was on his feet. His face had grown very white. Dorothy, too, her eyes on Keith's face, had grown very white; yet she managed to give a light laugh, and her voice matched Mazie's own for gayety. "Were you? Well, I was right here. But I'm going now." "You! but Miss Stewart!" Keith's colorless lips spoke the words just above his breath.
Now and again Mazie gave Johnny's arm a little squeeze, as if to make sure he was still there. "Gee, kid," Johnny exclaimed as Mazie reappeared, after a half hour in the matron's room. "You sure do look swell." She was dressed in the plain cotton dress furnished by the city to destitute prisoners. But the dress was as spotlessly clean as was Mazie's faultless complexion. "Gee, Mazie!"
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