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Pinderwell hadn't time to put a full stop. I'm glad I sleep in Jane." "And of course you give me a girl who cries!" Miriam said. But the characters of Mr. Pinderwell's children had been settled, and they were never altered. Jane and Christopher and Phoebe were added to the inhabitants whom Mildred Caniper did not see, but these three did not leave the landing.
They stood together by the schoolroom window and watched the windy sunshine darting among the laurel bushes and brightening the brass on the harness of the patient horse outside the gate. "I wonder," Helen said, speaking as if she were not quite awake, "whether Mr. Pinderwell ever read philosophy." "No," Zebedee answered in the same tones; "he took to wood-carving."
"I'll come tomorrow." "But not on Saturday. Rupert comes home then." "He goes on Sunday night?" "Yes." She locked the door on him, blew out the light, and ran upstairs. She thought Mr. Pinderwell passed her with no new sorrow on his face. "It's worse for me," she said to him. "Jane, it's worse for me." She went cautiously to her window and peeped through.
The room had an unfamiliar look: it was dismantled, and ghostly heaps of straw and paper lay where the men had left them, yet this was still her home: nothing could exile her. She went into the hall and into each bare room, but she could not go upstairs. It was bad enough to see Mr. Pinderwell walking up and down, and she could not face the children whom she had deserted.
You must keep fresh flowers on Mr. Pinderwell's table." "I shall remember." Nothing was left in the house except the picture of Mr. Pinderwell's bride, who smiled as prettily on the empty room as on the furnished one. "She must stay with Mr. Pinderwell," Helen said. "What would he do if he found her gone? I wonder if they'll miss us."
There's a story " She found the place and seemed to forget all she had said. Helen left the room and, as she sat on the topmost stair, she wished Mr. Pinderwell would stop and speak to her, but he hurried up and down as he had always done, intent on his own sad business of seeking what he had lost. It was strange that he could not see the children who were so plain to Helen.
Pinderwell; yet it seemed cruel that he should lie in that warm southern country without a wife or daughter to care for him. "Helen," Miriam said from Phoebe's door, "do you think he is going to die?" "How can I tell?" "And you don't care?" "Not much, of course, but I'm sorry for him." "Sweet thing! And if he dies, shall we wear black?" Helen's pale lips condescended to a rather mocking smile.
He's so used to her in the drawing-room, and perhaps she doesn't mind about the children." "I'm sure she doesn't," said John, for he thought she had a silly face. This was when John and Rupert went to the Grammar School in the town, while the girls did their lessons with Mildred Caniper in the schoolroom of Pinderwell House.
Rupert believed that hope had died in her but the Canipers did not speak of the change which was plain to all of them. She was a presence of flesh and blood, and she would always be a presence, for she had that power, but she approached Mr. Pinderwell in their thoughts, and they began to use towards her the kind of tenderness they felt for him.
Pinderwell smiled. It was after this visit that Mildred Caniper coolly asked Helen if Dr. Mackenzie were in the habit of using endearments towards her. "Not often," Helen said. Slightly flushed and trying not to laugh, she stood at the bed-foot and faced Mildred Caniper fairly. "You allow it?" "I like it." Mildred Caniper closed her eyes. "Please ask him not to do it in my presence."
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