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Asenath Scherman with her light step came in and stood beside her. "Won't you tell me?" the sweet, gracious voice demanded. Bel Bree looked up. "I thought I'd try, in fun," she said, "and it came in real earnest." Asenath forgot that the face turned up to hers, with the smile and the tears and the color in it, was the face of her hired servant.
Thoresby and her elder daughter had taken a sort of dislike to Dakie Thayne. They seemed to think he wanted putting down. Nobody knew anything about him; he was well enough in his place, perhaps; but why should he join himself to their party? The Routh girls had Frank Scherman, and two or three other older attendants; among them he was simply not thought of, often, at all.
The four stopped, after their merry whirl, in this same corner by the door where Mr. Wharne was standing. Dakie Thayne shook hands with his friend in his glad boy's way. Across their greetings came Sin Saxon's words, spoken to her companion, "You're to take her, Frank." Frank Scherman was an old childhood's friend, not a mere mountain acquaintance.
We must pass over the hours as only stories and dreams do, and put ourselves, at ten of the clock that night, behind the green curtain and the footlights, in the blaze of the three rows of bright lamps, that, one above another, poured their illumination from the left upon the stage, behind the wide picture-frame. Susan Josselyn and Frank Scherman were just "posed" for "Consolation."
Asenath Scherman did not keep two dictionaries, nor pare off an idea, as she would a bit of apple before she gave it to a child. It was noticeable how she sharpened their little wits continually against her own without straining them. And there was a reflex action to this sharpening. She was fuller of graceful little whims, of quick and keen illustrations, than ever.
He and Leslie and Cousin Delight, the Josselyns and the Inglesides, dear Miss Craydocke, hurrying up to congratulate, Marmaduke Wharne looking on without a shade of cynicism in the gladness of his face, and Sin Saxon and Frank Scherman flitting up in the pauses of dance and promenade, well, after all, these were the central group that night.
Which, with a suppressed "Speak, sir!" from Frank Scherman, was brought properly to pass. Done with cleverness and quickness from beginning to end, and taking the audience utterly by surprise, Leslie's little combination of wit and sagacity had been throughout a signal success. The actors crowded round her. "We'd no idea of it!" "Capital!" "A great hit!" they exclaimed.
Your spring song is going into the May number of 'First and Last." Mrs. Scherman reached out a slip of paper, printed and filled in. It was a publisher's check for fifteen dollars. "You see I'm very unselfish, Bel," she said. "I'm going to work the very way to lose you." Bel's eyes flashed up wide at her. The way to lose her! Why, nobody had ever got such a hold upon her before!
She had been a little frightened in the morning to think of what had happened over night. She could not quite recollect all the words of her verses, and she wondered if they were really as pretty as she had fancied in the moment of making them. All she could answer was that Mrs. Scherman was "very kind." "Then you'll trust me?"
And here, why, Mrs. Scherman, it's living in a poem here! And if you can be in the very foundation part of such living, you're in the realest place of all, I think. I don't believe poetry can be skimmed off the top, till it has risen up from the bottom!" "But you ought to come into my parlor, among my friends!
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