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She began by asking somewhat severely: 'Whose life do you want to live? And I was frightened and said, 'My own, of course, that I wouldn't be anybody else for anything, not even Helen Rheid, or you.
Will Rheid was a manly young fellow, just six feet one, with a fine, frank face, a big, explosive voice, and a half-bashful, half-bold manner that savored of land and sea. He was as fresh and frolicsome as a sea breeze itself, as shrewd as his father, and as simple as Linnet. But Miss Prudence came back from her dreaming over the past, would Linnet go home with her and go to school?
During the winter Linnet spent in New York the firm for which he travelled became involved; the business was greatly decreased; changes were made: one of the partners left the firm; the remaining head had a nephew, whom he preferred to his partner's favorite, Hollis Rheid; and Hollis Rheid found himself with nothing to do but to look around for something to do. "Come home," wrote his father.
"And you don't go to school?" said Mrs. Rheid, bringing her work, several yards of crash to cut up into kitchen towels and to hem. Her chair was also a hard kitchen chair; Hollis' mother had never "humored" herself, she often said, there was not a rocking chair in her house until all her boys were big boys; she had thumped them all to sleep in a straight-backed, high, wooden chair.
"I wonder what makes you tell me, then," said Marjorie, demurely, in the fun of the repartee forgetting for the first time the bits of yellow ware secreted among the hemlock boughs. Throwing back his head Captain Rheid laughed heartily, he touched the horses with the whip, laughing still.
The old voice and the old pet name; no one thought of calling her "Mousie" but Hollis Rheid. Her mother said she was noisier than she used to be; perhaps he would not call her Mousie now if he could hear her sing about the house and run up and down stairs and shout when she played games at school.
It was somebody that she might be like when she had read all the master's books, and learned all pretty, gentle ways. She never saw Helen Rheid, notwithstanding Helen Rheid's life was one of the moulds in which some of her influences were formed. Helen Rheid was as much to her as Mrs. Browning was to Miss Prudence.
"Is he a good boy?" asked Mrs. Rheid. "Oh, yes," said Marjorie, "he brings his Bible downstairs and reads every night. I like everything but doing his mending, and mother says I must learn to do that. Now, grandma, please go on." "Well, Marjorie, now I've heard all the news, and Hollis' letter, if you'll stay with grandmarm I'll run over and see Cynthy!
She followed him through the car, gave him her hand to assist her to the platform, and then there was a welcome in her ears, and Linnet and her father seemed to be surrounding her. Captain Rheid had brought Linnet to the train, intending to take Hollis back. Linnet was jubilant over the news of Will's safe arrival; they had found the letter at the office.
"I know what his intentions are," confided Marjorie's mother "I know he means to have her, for he told me so." "He has never told me so," said Hollis' mother. "You haven't asked him," suggested Mrs. West comfortably. "Have you?" "I made an opportunity for it to be easy for him to tell me." "I don't know how to make opportunities," returned Mrs. Rheid with some dignity.
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