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She nibbled at it thoughtfully. She was still wondering about "They." Thomas looked cross when he came in to serve her noon dinner. He arranged the table with a jerk and a bang. "So old Royle up and outed, did she?" he said to Jane. "Hush!" counseled Jane, significantly, and rolled her eyes in the direction of the window-seat. Gwendolyn stopped nibbling her handkerchief.
So Miss Royle had told the truth! The hand in his tightened its hold. "Have the bears ever frightened you?" she asked, her voice trembling. He did not answer at once, but put his head on one side and looked at her for a full half-minute. Then he nodded. "Yes," he said; "yes, dear, once or twice."
I saw you had that bonnet of mine!" "Oh, can a snake crawl backwards?" demanded Gwendolyn, excitedly. The Piper answered with a harsh laugh. And scrambling the length of the lead pipe, fell to hammering in a plug. Miss Royle was a prisoner! The Bird bounced very high. "That's a feather in your cap," he declared joyously, advancing to the Piper.
"I hope you're not going to be cross and troublesome, and make it impossible for me to have a couple of hours to myself this afternoon especially when I'm suffering." Then, coaxingly, "You can amuse yourself with one of your nice pretend-games, dear." From under long up-curling lashes Gwendolyn regarded her in silence. "I've planned to lunch out," went on Miss Royle.
So, while Miss Royle picked at a chop and tittered over copious draughts of tea, and Thomas chattered unrebuked, she ate her supper in silence. Ordinarily she rebelled at being undressed. She was not sleepy. Or she wanted to watch the Drive. Or she did not believe it was seven there was something wrong with the clock. But supper over, and seven o'clock on the strike, she went willingly to bed.
When she resigned her place presently, she talked to Jane in undertones, so that Gwendolyn could hear only disconnectedly: "...Think it would be the safest thing ... she gets any worse.... Never do, Jane ... find out by themselves.... She won't be home till late to-night ... some grand affair. But he ... though of course I'm sorry to have to." The moment Miss Royle was well away, Jane had a plan.
All the odd-shaped pieces were lying about like a picture-puzzle, and I feverishly tried to make them fit, in the clumsy ineffective way one does things in dreams. Just as I had it almost finished, Mrs. Royle came with a fowl in each hand and said sternly, "These must come into your scheme."
"Why, they're only butchas;" and she lifted the edge of the basket to get a better view, at which one of the butchas made a rush for the opening and made straight at me. With a yell I snatched up my skirts, knocked over Hilda, leapt "like a haarse" on to the verandah straight into the astonished Mr. Royle, while the weird beast disappeared like a yellow streak.
At once Gwendolyn forgot the wrong put upon her in the matter of the cake in astonishment at this new turn of affairs. Evidently Miss Royle and Thomas were leagued against Jane! The governess nodded importantly, "She was only a cook before she came here," she declared contemptuously. "Down at the Employment Agency, where Madam got her, they said so. The common, two-faced thing!"
And you want to marry her!" "I do," replied Nevill, trying to speak pleasantly. "How will you explain the deception the fact that you have been coming here under a false name?" "I will get around that all right. It was your suggestion, you remember, not mine, that I should take the name of Royle. Look here, Foster, I know there is some reason in what you say I respect your motives.
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