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"What the devil is it in us Varicks that set folk whispering and snickering and nudging one another? Am I parti-colored, like an Oneida at a scalp-dance? Does Harry wear bat's wings for ears? Are Dorothy's legs crooked, that they all stare?" "It's your red head," observed Cecile. "The good folk think to see the noon-sun setting in the wood " "Oh, tally! you always say that," snapped Ruyven.
Let me catch you sneaking off to this war and I'll " Ruyven relapsed into silence, staring at me in troubled fascination. "The house is yours, George," grunted the patroon. "Help yourself to what you need for your journey." "Thank you, sir; say good-bye to the children, kiss them all for me, Cecile. And don't run away and get married until I come back." A stifled snivel was my answer.
Ruyven looked at me, disgusted, muttering, "If I could learn things the way she does, I'd not waste time at King's College, I can tell you." "You're not going to King's College, anyhow," said his sister. "York is full o' loyal rebels and Tory patriots, and father says he'll be damned if you can learn logic where all lack it." She held out her hand, smiling.
"I wonder," I said, "whether anybody here knows if my boxes and servant have arrived from Philadelphia." "Your boxes are in the hallway by your bed-chamber," said Dorothy. "Your servant went to Johnstown for news of you let me see I think it was Saturday " "Friday," said Ruyven, looking up from the willow wand which he was peeling. "He never came back," observed Dorothy.
"Which way will it spin?" demanded Ruyven, incredulous yet eager. "Ask that squirrel yonder," she said, briefly. "Thanks; I've asked enough of chatterers," he snapped out, and came to the tree where we were sitting in the shadow on the cool, thick carpet of the grass such grass as I had never seen in that fair Southland which I loved.
"But Ruyven matched with a Spanish piece where the date was under the reverse, and he says he won. Did he, cousin?" "Mint-dates always match!" said Ruyven; "gentlemen of our age understand that, Cousin George, don't we?" "Have I not won fairly?" asked Dorothy, looking at me. "If I have not, tell me."
"Ruyven, do you tell Cato to wait on Captain Ormond." And to Harry and Cecile: "Bowl on the lawn if you mean to bowl, and not in the hallway, while our cousin is sleeping." And to Benny: "If you tumble or fall into any foolishness, see that you squall no louder than a kitten mewing. Our cousin means to sleep for a whole hour."
"Dorothy," he broke out, eagerly. "You will wed him, won't you? Our cousin Ormond says he will if you will. And I'll tell Sir George that it's just a family matter, and, besides, he's too old " "Yes, tell Sir George that," sneered Ruyven, who had listened in an embarrassment that certainly Dorothy had not betrayed. "You're a great fool, Harry.
Samuel and Benny carried birchen baskets and shallow nets. "If we're to have Mohawk chubbs," said Cecile, "you had best come with us, Dorothy. Ruyven has a book and has locked himself in the play-room."
He stopped short, scowling, partly from fright, I think. "That teaches us to obey God," said Ruyven, severely, dipping his brush into the pink paint-cake. "What's the good of obeying God if we're all to go to hell?" asked Cecile. "We're not all going to hell," said Dorothy, calmly. "God saves His elect." "Who are the elect?" demanded Samuel, faintly hopeful.
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