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She was large, and she came at me with a good deal of force. The last I remember, I felt the crash, and I knew I had had the worst of it." He rubbed his arm sympathetically at the recollection. "What became of you?" Mrs. McAlister inquired. "Did she pick you up and carry you home?" "Not she. She was an Amazon, not a Valkyrie within hailing distance of Valhalla." "Who was she?" Theodora asked.
He asked, to-day, apropos of nothing in particular, whether Miss McAlister were not very intellectual." "I hope you assured him that she was," Billy remarked. "I did. Trust me for upholding the family reputation. I told him that she had a receptive mind and would be an ornament to any profession." "Hubert!" his sister remonstrated. "Well, why not?
All of a sudden Phebe's head went down upon her arms folded on the rail of the bridge and, secure in her solitude, she gave herself up to her woe. "Miss McAlister?" She started and pulled herself together abruptly. "Are you in trouble?" The voice was unknown, yet familiar, and she spun around to find herself face to face with Gifford Barrett.
She turned to go away. Then she came back again and held out her strong, ringless hand. "I'm so sorry," she said hurriedly; "sorry for all I have made you ache, and sorry for all the hateful things I have said to you." "Don't think about that any more," he said heartily, as he took her hand. "Have you told your father, Miss McAlister?" "Not yet." "Please don't.
Try as he would Phil Forrest was able to shake them off no longer than a few hours at a time. A new plan occurred to him, and immediately upon his arrival at McAlister he wired Mr. Sparling to send a brigade into the next town ahead, to bill the place, in order that Car Three might make a jump and get away from its rivals.
"That reminds me, papa," Phebe said abruptly; "Isabel and I want to take some fresh-air children, next week." "Why, Babe, I don't see how you can," Theodora remonstrated. "I didn't ask you, Teddy. I have thought it all over, and I can't see any objections. I should take all the care of it, and I want to do it." "But the house is so full, Babe," Mrs. McAlister said. "There isn't any room for one."
Mac was so eager to assure my sister that she didn't own him that, in his defiance, he backed straight into the water." "Oh, Hope, what is the use of telling, now it is all over?" Phebe's remonstrant tones came from inside the house. Gifford Barrett rose and went towards the door. "Are you there, Miss McAlister? I hoped I should see you." "I'll be out in a minute." The minute was a long one.
A dozen portly matrons sat in the sand, rocking to and fro as the wave came up about them and receded; and children innumerable pranced around them, playing tag with the tricky surf that often caught them unawares. "Grandma," Mac said, trudging up to the McAlister awning with a pail of sand under his arm; "isn't vat sky just lovely? I'd like to fly up vere, and maybe God would let me work ve sun."
McAlister had consented to take a long vacation; Theodora's novel was locked up in the safe at home, waiting for revision; Hubert was to be with them for three weeks of the time, and Hope had come on from Helena to make the family circle complete. To no one of the family had the week before the flitting been absolutely enjoyable.
McAlister said frankly, "Yes. It wasn't at all like my idea of you, Mr. Barrett." The young man looked pleased. "Thank you, doctor," he said heartily. "I value that sort of compliment. But I didn't want to go away from here and leave you to think me an arrant coward. The truth is, I shouldn't have been of much use to Mac or to myself.
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