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"This is just about the exact spot," said Randy, surveying with a critical eye the rock and then the tree. "Hold the boat steady, Ned. I'll be ready in a second or two." This was not a difficult task, for the water was as smooth as a mill pond and almost as motionless.
The Randy of the supper table at "The Whistling Sally" was a Randy that Becky had never seen. Success had come to him and love. There was the ring of it in his young voice, the flush of it on his cheeks. He was a man, with a man's future. He talked of his work.
On the morning of the journey Aunt Marcia folded Randy in a warm embrace as she said, "Dear child promise me that you will come again, thus only, can I see you depart;" and Randy had promised at some future time to again visit Boston. With Helen she had entered the coupé and together they rode to the station.
"I'm glad you've come, Johnny," said Prue. "Let's play school." "All right," agreed Johnny, "I'll be the teacher." "And I'll play I'm Randy, and Tabby can be me, you 'member to call her Prue when you speak to her, and Johnny, this rag doll will be you," said Prue. "That old doll's a girl," objected Johnny. "I won't let no girl doll be me."
He fancied that Becky was discussing kisses in the abstract. It never occurred to him that the problem was personal. "Yes," he said, "I have. What about it?" "Did you ask her to marry you?" "No." "Why not?" He pulled Nellie Custis' ears. "One of them wasn't a nice sort of girl not the kind that I should have cared to introduce to you." "Yet you cared to kiss her?" Randy flushed faintly.
Now, hurry and get ready for school; you'll find there's something yet to be learned there, I'll be bound." "Never mind, Phoebe," said Randy, "it's disappointing if you so wished to go, but think how we should have missed you." "O Randy, to think that you would have missed me makes me almost glad to stay here," said Phoebe, with a bright tear upon her lashes.
Randy realized as the days went on that if he sold them and sold them and sold them, Dalton would still outdistance him financially. There remained, therefore, fame, and the story in the back of his mind. If he could lay a thing like that at Becky's feet!
"As if I were a queen and you were a slave. When you were a little boy you bossed me, Randy." There had been a gleam in his eye. "I may again." He wondered if, after all, that would be the way to win her. Yet he shrank from playing a game. When she came to him, if she ever came, it must be because she found something in him that was love-worthy.
Claudia Beaufort was accustomed to impatience in men, and she was inflexible as a hostess. "Well, of course, we couldn't begin without them, could we?" she asked. "There they come now, Father. William, you'd better help Major Prime." Randy was driving the fat mare, Rosalind. Nellie Custis, Randolph's wiry hound, loped along with flapping ears in the rear of the low-seated carriage.
"Anything," said Randy, explosively, "that would make the world sit up." "Ever tried it?" "Yes. At school. I talked to a teacher of mine once about it. He said I had better invent a pill " The Major stared, "A pill?" Randy nodded. "He didn't quite mean it, of course. But he saw the modern trend. A poet? A poor thing! But hats off to the pillmaker with his multi-millions!"
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