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What right had George Dalton to bring a Canton teapot on another man's acres? Becky was pouring tea for him. "Two lumps, Randy?" "I don't want any tea," he said ungraciously. His eyes were appraising the flame of her cheeks, the light in her eyes. What had Dalton been saying? "I don't want any tea. And there's a storm coming." All her life Becky had been terrified in a storm.
"It is all very well to laugh," said Randy hotly, "but that is the way it looks to me; that we have got to show to the world that our ambitions are big. It is all very well to talk about the day's work. I am going to do it, and pay my way, but there's got to be something beyond that to think about something bigger than I have ever known." He gained dignity through the sincerity of his purpose.
For in it Randy answered his own questions. There was no limit to a man's powers, no limits to his patriotism, if only he believed in himself. He must strive, of course, to achieve. But striving made him strong. His task might be simple, but its very simplicity demanded that he put his best into it. He must not measure himself by the rule of little men.
To have thought of her with Randy in the old garden, on Pavilion Hill, in the Bird Room, would have been unbearable. He had a feeling that, in a sense, Madge's marriage was a desertion. He did not in the least want to marry her, but there were moments when he needed her friendship very much. He needed it now.
Even as Becky had thought of him, he had thought of her; of her radiant youth on the morning that Randy had arrived; at the Horse Show in her shabby shoes and sailor hat; in the Bird Room in pale blue under the swinging lamp; in the music room between tall candles; in the garden, with a star shining into the still pool; that last night, on the balcony, leaning over, with a yellow lantern like a halo behind her.
"Oh, was that all?" said Prue, "I thought 'twas something great," and her look of disgust at finding the conversation to be upon so ordinary a topic made both Randy and Jotham laugh heartily. "Well I don't see why you laugh," said Prue, "'twon't be funny to be going down to the store this hot afternoon. I'd rather stay at home with my Tabby cat, and fan her to keep her cool."
But he felt that here was something too deep for tears. "Does Randy know?" "Yes. I told him. We have always talked about things " "I see," he sat staring into the fire, "and of course it is Randy that you ought to marry " "I don't want to marry anyone. I shall never marry " "Tut-tut, my dear." He laid his hand over hers.
If Randy's train had not missed a connection, he would have caught the same boat that took the Admiral and his party back to the island. They motored down to Wood's Hole, and boarded the Sankaty, while Randy, stranded at New Bedford, was told there would not be another steamer out until the next day. The Admiral was the only gay and apparently care-free member of his quartette.
It would be a nice ending to the canoe trip if we got locked up for trespassing. I hope the dollar will satisfy that man." "What are we going to do about Ned and Clay?" asked Nugget. "I'll attend to that," replied Randy, as he stepped into the Water Sprite and tied its stern to the bow of the Pioneer.
"You won't think so when I show you the place I've found," replied Randy. "We could camp there for a month, and no one would be any the wiser. It's over on the left shore where the current first landed me. I had a look at the spot and then waded to this side with the canoe." "The first thing is to get dry clothes on," returned Ned. "The morning air is too cool for comfort."
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