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Thayne felt for her watch, remembered that she did not bring it and looked at Estelle. "Will you tell me the time?" she asked. "Win's hands are full with his palette and block." "Certainly," said Estelle. "It's just two." As she replaced her watch, a sudden look of interest crossed Mrs. Thayne's face. "What a curious chain you have, Estelle," she remarked. "Is it an old one?
"He is going to take what he calls a 'turn about the town. Frances, suppose you go on reading to Win while I sew a little." Frances took the book Win held out to her, and Mrs. Thayne's fingers twitched the needle through her embroidery, both ears alert for sound of returning steps. The clock struck three and then four. Nothing happened. Roger did not come and Mr. Fisher did not reappear.
But the contrast between his tall, loosely-knit figure and Fran's compact little person brought a wistful expression into Mrs. Thayne's observant eyes. Win was seventeen and had never been able to play as other boys did. Probably all his life would be different, yet he was so plucky and brave over his limitations. "There's the Lydia down in the harbor," exclaimed Frances.
After all, the only sensible way was to find out definitely that name. Estelle is so proud and so reluctant to accept help that one must move carefully in trying to smooth her pathway." The two were alone in Mrs. Thayne's room after the happy picnic at Corbiere.
Dakie Thayne's eyebrows went up, just that half perceptible line or two. "Do you think people ought always to have the next thing?" he asked. "It seems to me it must be somebody's fault if they don't," replied Ruth. "It is a long waiting sometimes to get the next thing," said Dakie Thayne. "Army men find that out. They grow gray getting it."
"There's the gong for luncheon and Edith bringing the mail. I hope there's a letter from mother." "There is," said Edith. "Please excuse me, Miss Estelle, if I read it now," begged Frances, settling into her seat at the table. "Of course, dear," was the reply as Estelle took Mrs. Thayne's usual place, for she and Edith were having their meals with the young people.
We had Dakie Thayne's last visit that day, in the midst of the hammering and binding. Leslie and he came in with Ruth, when she came back from her hour with Reba Hadden. It was to bid us good by; his furlough was over, he was to return to West Point on Monday. "Another two years' pull," he said. "Won't you all come to West Point next summer?"
"I do know you, don't I?" he said. "Well, I never suspected when I was detailed to entertain Captain Thayne's son for an hour or so, that we'd meet again in Gorey village. Why, that makes us old friends!" Win grasped the cordially offered hand and having bestowed Edith and Frances in the seat behind, climbed up beside Max, his face beaming. With many thanks to Mrs.
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