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"Jump, or I'll come after you and we'll both be killed. Mollie!" Luckily for Mollie's suicidal stubbornness, the great tree had been halted for a moment in its downward plunge by some particularly heavy foliage and branches, but the girls could see that it was only a matter of seconds until the giant should tear itself loose and come plunging down upon them.
But, impatient as she was to be gone, Dolly could not forget Mollie's interest. It was too near her heart to be forgotten. She must attend to Mollie's affairs first, and then she could fly to Grif and the parlor with an easy conscience.
But Gray's behavior had cast a shadow upon the party which even Mollie's empty light-hearted chatter was powerless to dispel, and when, shortly after midnight, Sir Lucien drove Rita home to Prince's Gate, they were very silent throughout the journey. Just before the car reached the house: "Where does Mrs. Sin live?" asked Rita, although it was not of Mrs. Sin that she had been thinking.
She had "come under conviction" during the meetings, and had stood up for prayer and testimony several times. The evangelist thought her very spiritual. She heard Mollie's concluding sentence and spoke reprovingly. "You shouldn't criticize your father, Mollie. It isn't for you to judge him." Eben had hastily slipped out. He was afraid Miriam would begin talking religion to him if he stayed.
"Well, I don't know what Fred Badger has got over Steve Mullane, or Jack Winters, or even Joel Jackman," said another voice, rather cynically, as though the speaker did not wholly subscribe to Mollie's view that Fred stood out as a shining mark above the rest of the bunch of struggling players. Joel chuckled again.
This poetic fancy rather pleased her, and she decided to put on her best evening frock and fasten her hair with a rose velvet bandeau. She was clasping a pale coral necklace round her throat when there came a tap at the door, followed by "May I come in?" and then Aunt Mary herself appeared. And such a radiant and smiling Aunt Mary that all Mollie's depression vanished in the twinkling of an eye.
Irving followed more slowly with Amy and Grace, and they were just in time to hear Mollie's last sentence: "Where have the boys disappeared to?" "They're out yonder in the woods," Mrs. Irving replied, indicating a spot beyond the cottage. "They were up very early this morning couldn't wait to get the tents up.
The reverend gentleman paused an instant to take breath. Mollie Dane, scarcely breathing herself, listening absorbed, here became conscious, by some sort of prescience, of the basilisk gaze her guardian's wife had fixed upon her. The strangest, smile sat on her arrogant face as she looked steadfastly at Mollie's flowing yellow curls.
"Shall we call to her, or just march boldly aboard her old boat?" "I don't know," hesitated Madge. "I don't believe we ought to mention Mollie's note. We might get the child into more trouble." Phyllis shook her head. "Well, then, you decide upon something. You always plan things better than I do.
Mollie's eyes dropped to her plate, and her lips pouted in an involuntary grimace. "Rather inclined to preach," she said to herself naughtily, "and so intensely practical and matter of fact! I must devote myself to the education of his higher faculties.
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