Morton said slowly, "I sent my maid Nora out for some medicine for my daughter. She went to a drug store some three blocks away. As she returned to the hotel, she saw a young woman standing near the entrance, apparently watching those who went in and out.
For a time there was comparative silence, while the little hands turned and twisted the mosses and bits of larch and cedar and hemlock in and out of the openings of the baskets. It was not found easy at first to produce a good effect; hands were unused to the work; and Nora declared after half an hour she believed the baskets would look best plain, just as they were. But Daisy would not give up.
Don't you want to go, too? Do come." "No, I musn't there are people coming to tea. Mrs. Linwood, and Charles and Jane I wish I could go! How far is it, Daisy?" "About five miles. Down beyond Crum Elbow, a good nice way; but I shan't go through Crum Elbow." "It's so splendid!" sighed Nora. "Well, good-bye. I can't go." On went the pony.
"When I think of England I always think of it at tea time," began Nora, and then stopped short. A wave of regret caught her throat. In spite of herself, the tears filled her eyes. She looked miserably at the cheap, ugly tea things on the makeshift table before her. Her husband watched her gravely.
I consider Nora a very superior girl and I'm very fond of her," at which the father's eyes would grow half tearful, and he'd seem proud to hear it. Nannie Bigelow and Nora became very intimate and she was made much of by Dorothy Kip and Sara Judson. Nora took an active interest in the Day Nursery and donated generously for its maintenance.
The two continued to converse for a few moments, Dick seeming to forget the election itself, and ask questions of more interest to his heart, which Harley answered so, that Dick wrung L'Estrange's hand with great emotion, and muttered, "My poor mother! I understand now why she would never talk to me of Nora. When may I tell her the truth?"
The day after her arrival from the Van Rensselaer's, Nora announced, with a twinkle in her eye, that there was a gentleman below whom she had told to come right up, and Barney O'Grady entered before his mother had ceased speaking. Katrine greeted him with affectionate remembrance, smiling as she did so at the change in this boy whom she had helped to New York.
Heads were popped out of windows, shopkeepers came to their doors, and people began to collect at corners and stare. "Almost as if we were a wild-beast show!" said Cicely. "I believe they hope we're going to march in procession round the market square and sing, or play as a band," declared Nora Proctor. "Come along, girls! I am afraid we are attracting too much attention," said Miss Russell.
"I don't know about that," said Nora, "I think she might have exerted herself during the first game if she wanted so much to show her loyalty. She was anything but a star player, then. I have no faith in her, whatever. She cares for no one but herself, and that star play was for her own benefit, not because of any allegiance to her team. She's up to something, you may depend upon that."
Frank, my husband, I love you." He made a stride forward as if to take her in his arms, and then stopped short, smitten by a recollection. "I I guess I've loved you from the beginning, Nora," he stammered. She had risen to her feet and stood waiting him with shining eyes. "But why do you say it as if What is it, Frank?"