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"Yes?" purred Patricia. Then: "I see the finish of Plain John's romance, my sinister Syl, if you don't limber up your spine. Genius, love, and unbending virtue never pull together." And then it was when March was dreariest and drippiest Kenneth Raymond strode that was the only word to describe his long-legged advance into the Brier Bush for luncheon with Mrs. Tweksbury.
Bella told it to Wee Andra, who told "the boys" at the corner. Syl Todd rehearsed it before Coonie the next morning, and that was all that was necessary. Coonie embellished it to suit himself, and produced such a work of art that he shocked Mrs. Fraser beyond speech when he delivered it to her at the top of the hill. By the time it reached the Oa it was to the effect that in his college days Mr.
Art had seen, and approved of the pattern, and was chatting with Syl, when a knock came to the room door in which they sat; Syl rose, and opening the door, immediately closed it after him, and began in a low voice to remonstrate with some persons outside. At length Art could hear the subject of debate pretty well
"Why, child, a step on the stairs is giving us electric shocks. This lease is up in October. I'll telegraph Syl to-day. She can make her own arrangements after that we'll leave things safe here and get out to-morrow!" Suddenly Joan got up and threw her hands over her head. "Thank heaven!" was what she cried aloud.
"Oh!" she drawled the word lasted a half block and ended in a mocking laugh. "Could I dance in costume?" she asked, tossing her head, "or tell fortunes as I used to at school? Do you remember, Syl, how I went to the kitchen door, once, and took the maids all in, and then Miss Tibbetts came down to see what was going on, and I read her palm and " but here Joan stopped short physically.
"Do this or have it done for them!" and at this the offending clay was dashed to atoms. "Failure!" breathed Sylvia "mess!" Then with characteristic quickness she began a new design. Joan watched her and caught a sudden insight. She realized what it was that marked Sylvia for success. Presently she asked musingly: "Does any one ever marry these these men, Syl?" "Heavens, no!
Ah, what a transformation was coming over his glen, what a glorious fulfilment of his covenant "Nothing but Jesus Christ!" The discourse surpassed even their expectations. It was a fine sermon, sound enough in doctrine to suit the ruling elder and brilliant enough in delivery to keep Syl Todd awake.
So he, too, came and leaned on the wall. "I'm sorry if I annoyed you just now, Syl," he said. "That dashed little detective is to blame. He does put things in such a beastly unpleasant way." "What things?" "Why, about you and me and all of us. Gave me a regular lecture because I went back to town this morning. I couldn't help it, old girl. I really couldn't.
Joan had the table set for the dainty dinner by the broad western window. She turned when Patricia entered. "What's the matter, Pat?" she asked. "Nothing, only Cuff is growing heavy." "Are you tired?" "Not a bit. What a wonder you are, Joan! That table is a dream with those daffodils in the green bowl. Old Syl was right you put the punch in home!" "There's chicken to-night, Pat.
But he'll never have any nice little fire to warm the empty corners of his life by. I hope he'll never discover them poor chap! He's as good as gold and Syl has pulled it all over him without knowing it. She's made him believe that he was specially designed to further a good cause she is the good cause. "And the best, or the worst, of it is that Syl will make good. That kind does.
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