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He was even audacious enough to insist that Mrs. Oldaker direct him to take Miss Milbrey out to dinner. "I claim it as the price of coming, you know, when I was only an afterthought." "You shall be paid, sir," his hostess declared, "if you consider it pay to sit beside an engaged girl whose mind is full of her trousseau. And here's this captivating young scapegrace relative of yours.
She, the fleeting and impalpable dream-love, whom the thought of seeing ever again had been wildly absurd, was now a human creature with a local habitation, the most beautiful name in the world, and two parents whose complaisance was obvious even through the lover's timidity. Up Skiplap Canon The meal was ending in smoke, the women, excepting Miss Milbrey, having lighted cigarettes with the men.
Now it is possible that Solomon's implied distinction as to the man's way with a maid was not, after all, so ill advised. For young Bines, after dinner, fell in love with Miss Milbrey all over again. The normal human mind going to one extreme will inevitably gravitate to its opposite if given time.
At the breakfast-table, comfortably near the hearth, sat Horace Milbrey. With pointed spoon he had daintily scooped the golden pulp from a Florida orange, touched the tips of his slender white fingers to the surface of the water in the bowl, and was now glancing leisurely at the headlines of his paper, while his breakfast appetite gained agreeable zest from the acid fruit.
At Percival's suggestion of a walk, Miss Milbrey was delighted. After an inspection of the Bines car, in which Oldaker declared he would be willing to live for ever, if it could be anchored firmly in Madison Square, the party separated. Out into the clear air, already cooling under the slanting rays of the sun, the young man and the girl went together.
From up the canon came the sound of a puffing locomotive that presently steamed by them with its three dingy little coaches, and, after a stop for water and the throwing of a switch, pushed back to connect with the Shepler car. The others of the party crowded out on to the rear platform as Percival helped Miss Milbrey up the steps.
Her husband arose mechanically, placed the chair for her, and resumed his fork in an ecstasy of concentration. Yet, though Mrs. Milbrey was full of talk, like a charged siphon, needing but a slight pressure to pour forth matters of grave moment, she observed the engrossment of her husband, and began on the half of an orange.
Not a word about "My Preserver!" though, of course, with the fright and noise and her mortification, that was natural. After that, you can believe it or not, she was the girl. And I never dreamed of seeing her any place but New York again. Well, this morning when I came up from below at the mine she was standing there as if she had been waiting for me. She is Miss Avice Milbrey, of New York.
Akemit were not cold; but that they were trifles most daintily shod, and, as her slender silken ankles curved them toward the blaze from her froth of a petticoat, they were worth looking at. Miss Milbrey disunited the chatting couple with swiftness and aplomb. "Come, Mr. Bines, if I'm to take that tramp you made me promise you, it's time we were off." Outside she laughed deliciously.
"Truly the West is the place of unspoiled Americanism and the great unspent forces; you are quite right, Mr. Bines." "Think of all the unspent forces back in that silver mine," remarked Miss Milbrey, with a patent effort to be significant. "My perverse child delights to pose as a sordid young woman," the fond mother explained to Percival, "yet no one can be less so, and you, Mr.
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