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"Humph," said Mollie, the irrepressible. "You'd better get used to them, Amy, dear. Some day we'll be feeding the boys peanuts through the bars." "Gee, isn't she complimentary?" said Roy, as they walked on. "You don't know what models of deportment we've been since we came here." "Yes," put in Grace sweetly, "they say military training does work miracles!"
"They are after us," spoke Mollie, as she held the wheel a moment while Betty tucked under her natty yachting cap some wind-tossed locks of hair. "But they shan't get us," declared the Little Captain grimly. "We haven't reached our limit yet." Once more she gave more gasoline, but the rivals in the rear were settling down now to win the race for themselves. The Eagle came on rapidly.
"Oh, you and Grace can take turns at that," said Betty, lightly adding, with a little sigh: "Try as we can, Amy and I never know quite how to pair you four off. We can't for the life of us find out which of you likes Frank best and which inclines to Roy." "That's right, kid keep 'em guessing," said Mollie slangily, as she turned on power and challenged a steep grade.
"It's too late to-day, and besides I'm tired. There was a man up there who wanted to know all sorts of things about the vineyards. Mr. von Greusen was too busy to go round with him, so he sent me. He was pleased with me for discovering that grape. The man's name is John Smith. I think he is French." Mollie laughed. "What are you laughing at?" asked Hugh, looking all ready to be offended.
Luckily, or unluckily, according to the point of view, none of the other children had caught the disease, so that Mollie went alone to Chauncery, as Grannie's house in Sussex was called. Chauncery was an old-fashioned house standing in a beautiful garden surrounded by fields and woods.
Would you like to hear about it?" "Ra-ther!" Dick and Jerry replied together. So Major Campbell told them the story that they already knew nearly as well as he did himself in fact, Mollie found herself on the point of correcting him upon one or two points. He told it well, better than he had done on that agitating occasion so many years ago, but he did not divulge the mystery.
Now and then Sir Roger, looking on with doting, but disapproving eyes, ventured on a feeble remonstrance. "It is unfair to yourself and unfair to me, my darling," he said. "Every smile you bestow upon them is a stab to me. Do let me speak to Mr. Walraven, and end it at once." But still Mollie refused to consent. "No, no, Sir Roger; let me have my own way a little longer.
Everything went smoothly at the afternoon rehearsal, until Dorothy said that Nancy was to do a lovely fancy dance for one number on the programme, when Arabella felt moved to make one of her unpleasant remarks. "My Aunt Matilda doesn't 'prove of dancing," she said, looking sharply at Nancy. "Well, your Aunt Matilda doesn't have to dance," said Mollie, pertly.
"I think you had all better come into the house till the boys come back," their chaperon continued. "I shall feel safer when we are behind locked doors." The girls shivered, but Mollie protested. "Suppose anything should happen to the boys?" she asked, but here Mrs. Irving chose to exercise her authority.
"Praise be!" chortled Murphy. "Somebody got it where it hurts. That Indian, he's a man afther me own hear-rt. Oh, mother, for me shillalah about the heads o' thim!" Ten minutes of complete silence fifteen. Murphy's impatience was becoming vociferous; he began to be jealous of Huggins up there with Mollie, with a fight at hand any time he wanted it. Torrance was scarcely less clamorous.
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