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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Without seeing Sandy and Odalie?" said Hamish, his lip quivering. "We have not the time to spare. Besides, would they let you risk it again, even for them?"
The man's rifle the finest marksman I ever saw is the point for your consideration. And you find his looks not convenable." "Fifine, herself, will be less likely to have a head like his, perhaps, if he will come and strengthen our station," suggested Alexander MacLeod, astutely. "Oh, yes, yes!" assented Odalie, with a sudden expression of fright.
"And your new ribbon; 'tis a very pretty piece," and Odalie let the lustrous undulations catch the firelight as she reeled it out. "The best taffeta to tie up your queue." "I don't intend to plait my hair in a queue any more," Hamish declared contemptuously.
They could only look at one another, each conscious of the other's sympathy, and say nothing. Outside, Odalie, Belinda, and Ensign Whitson were singing a trio, the parts somewhat at haphazard, the fugue-like effects coming in like the cadences of the wind, now high, now low, and in varying strength.
The frantic little owner seized the tail of the mignonne toute chérie, which sent up a wail of poignant discordance; the romping Hamish, with a wicked mimicry of the infantile babbling cry, "Quelle barbarie!" impeded the progress of Fifine by catching the skirt of her little jacket, called a josie; whereupon Odalie, imitating his dislocated French accent and boyish hoarseness in the exclamation, "Quelle barbarie!" laid hold upon his long curly hair, held together by a ribbon as an apology for a pig-tail.
"Me no talk him," he observed. He had never heard of Babel, poor soul, but he was as subject to the inconvenience of the confusion of tongues as if he had had an active share in the sacrilegious industry of those ambitious architects who builded in the plains of Shinar. "But I can speak English too," said Odalie.
Josephine's whimper was suddenly strangled in her throat and the tears stood still on her cheeks, for as Captain Demeré stepped aside at the door with a recollection of polite society, yielding precedence to the ladies, which formality Odalie marveled to find surviving in these rude times so far on the frontier, Josephine seemed resolved into a stare of dumb amazement, for she had never seen a room half so fine.
There ensued an excited scramble around on the buffalo rug before the fire, during which the horn was turned over and some of its small treasures escaped amidst the long fur. This brought Odalie to a pause, for the lost articles were buttons of French gilt, and they must be found in the fur and counted; for did they not belong to Sandy's best blue coat, and could not be dispensed with?
He took off his hat and cordially held out his hand. Odalie could do naught but clasp it in both her cold hands and shed tears over it, mute and trembling. With that ready tact which always distinguished him, Captain Stuart broke the tension of the situation. "Do you wish to enlist, Mrs. MacLeod?" he said, his smile showing a glimpse of his white teeth.
This woman a child, she would be called elsewhere, save in this land of tropical growth and precocity lost her heart to one who never knew, a very common story, by the way, but one which would have been quite distasteful to the haughty judge, her father, had he known. Odalie was beautiful. Odalie was haughty too, but gracious enough to those who pleased her dainty fancy.
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