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"All right," he replied, and then, as his brother asked if he might come in, he opened the door. "All right!" exclaimed Roy, after one look at his face, "Oh, Syd!" "It's only because I haven't slept," Sydney hastened to assure him. "Then what are you getting up for?" Roy went on. "I must go down town. I have that to do which will ease my mind, and make me all right again, I trust."
Every day the appetites of my little family increase and their needs grow. The rate at which Kate and Edna May and Syd wear out shoes Well!" "Let them go barefooted," giggled Janice. "I know they are teasing you all the time about it" "No!" cried Mrs. Carringford, with warmth.
A fire of cedar logs was burning in an open grate, and he wheeled up an easy-chair for her close to his writing-table. "I wonder," she remarked, thoughtfully, "what you think of Syd Molyneux?" "Is there anything to be thought about him?" he answered, lighting a cigarette. "He's rather that way, isn't he?" she assented. "I mean for Sybil, you know." "I should let Sybil decide," he answered.
"She's just had a telegram from Syd that takes her to town and will keep her there with him all night Some business connected with the new house," he added with a glance at Roy. "But the girls are home and will be delighted to receive you with fitting honors," he went on. He did not say that he had had quite a time to induce them to appear at all.
Who is going to be married now?" cried a girlish voice, and Sydney and Walter were seen coming up the steps. All turned at the sound of her voice, and Dick answered: "Your sister and I, Cousin Syd. Are you willing to take me for a brother?" "You!" she exclaimed, "you, Cousin Dick? Why, I never dreamed of such a thing!
You've got a bite; no you haven't; it's only a nibble; fish are so sly. And grandmamma is worse still. Sometimes she tells me I'm a spoiled child; and sometimes she says well-behaved little girls don't ask questions. That's nonsense and I think it's hard on me. You look uncomfortable. Is it my fault? I don't want to bother you; I only want to know why Syd has gone away.
Their conversation was broken into snatches by the captain's movements. As he paced the bridge, backwards and forwards, he halted each time just for a moment when he came to where John had propped his back against the binnacle and tilted his stool at an angle that threatened collapse. Syd and I sat quite apart, and left them alone to their semi-private conversation.
Just as she thought of looking round for her dear Syd, her father produced a new outburst of delight by presenting a perambulator worthy of the doll. Her uncle followed with a parasol, devoted to the preservation of the doll's complexion when she went out for an airing. Then there came a pause. Where was the generous grandmother's gift? Nobody remembered it; Mrs.
"Oh, it's all right," said Kitty. "Syd likes me, and I like Syd. What do you think? She lived in London with a cruel woman who never gave her enough to eat. See what a good girl I am? I'm beginning to feed her already." Kitty pulled a box of sweetmeats out of her pocket, and handed it to the governess with a tap on the lid, suggestive of an old gentleman offering a pinch of snuff to a friend.
And I'm to be treated with respect, also, Neil; in fact, I believe you had better remove your cap when you see me." "All right, old man; cap sweater anything! You shall be treated with the utmost deference. But seriously, Syd, I'm awfully glad. Glad all around; glad you've made a hit with the play, and glad you've found something to beat Robinson with.
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