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Updated: May 6, 2025
At three o'clock that afternoon the Sayre limousine stopped in front of Nina's house, and Mrs. Sayre, in brilliant pink and a purple hat, got out. Leslie, lounging in a window, made the announcement. "Here's the Queen of Sheba," he said. "I'll go upstairs and have a headache, if you don't mind." He kissed Nina and departed hastily.
"If it was an ordinary bill it could wait, but I lost it at bridge last night and it's got to be paid." "You oughtn't to play bridge for money," Elizabeth said, a bit primly. "And if Leslie knew you borrowed from Wallace Sayre " "I forgot! Wallie's downstairs, Elizabeth. Really, if he wasn't so funny, he'd be tragic." "Why tragic? He has everything in the world."
"Hello," cried Patty, who was not given to dignified forms of salutation. The trio responded gaily, and coming up on the veranda, selected seats on the wicker chairs, or couches, or the porch railing, as suited their fancy. "I say," began young Pennington, conversationally, "we can't let you go away, Patty. "Yes," chimed in Lora Sayre, "we can't get along without our Pitty-Pat.
Sayre felt some small satisfaction. Now if Wallie would only do his part It was that night that Jim brought the tragedy on the Wheeler house that was to lie heavy on it for many a day. There had been a little dinner, one of those small informal affairs where Mrs.
"And it's a pretty poor resource in time of trouble." "I'll have that back, if you don't mind." "Nonsense," she said briskly, and flung it, glass and all, out of the window. She was rather impressive when she turned. "I've been a fairly indulgent mother," she said. "I've let you alone, because it's a Sayre trait to run away when they feel a pull on the bit.
A half hour later Leslie, upstairs, leaned over the railing to see if there were any indications of departure. The door was open, and Mrs. Sayre evidently about to take her leave. She was saying: "It's very close to my heart, Nina dear, and I know you will be tactful. I haven't stressed the material advantages, but you might point them out to her." A few moments later Leslie came downstairs.
I'm going to take Miss Fairfield away to the lemonade tent, before she faints from utter exhaustion." "I'm not tired," protested Patty, but her cheeks were pink from the exercise, and she went gladly for the refreshing lemonade. "You're a wonderful dancer," said Captain Sayre. "Who taught you?" Patty mentioned the name of the teacher she had had in New York.
Yet, for a man who did not love, he was oddly angry at the sight of two young figures on the doorstep. Their clear voices came to him across the quiet street, vibrant and full of youth. It was the Sayre boy and Elizabeth. He half stopped, and looked across. They were quite oblivious of him, intent and self-absorbed.
She had begun to suspect what the family had never guessed, that Nina was not very happy. More and more she saw in Nina's passion for clothes and gaiety, for small possessions, an attempt to substitute them for real things. She even suspected that sometimes Nina was a little lonely. Wallie Sayre rose from a deep chair as she entered the living-room.
"I thought I'd better not go into that until after until later," he explained. "The other thing was wrong. I knew it the moment I saw Beverly and I didn't go back again. What was the use? But you saw her face, David. I think she doesn't even care enough to hate me." "She's cared enough to engage herself to Wallace Sayre!" After one astounded glance Dick laughed bitterly.
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