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"Just let Thinkright give me an axe, and I'll tickle that old pessimist's ribs until its eyes fly open and it giggles from its roof to its rickety old legs." Sylvia shook her head. "No. Force would only do harm. Love must open the shutters." "Love?" repeated John, staring at the speaker. She nodded. "Yes, the same thing that opened mine." He continued to regard her.
"It seemed at first as if it were going to be easy even though it was different; but, oh, it's hard sometimes! I get sore inside just as my arms used to in the gymnasium at school. Father wrote me a note once to get me excused from physical exercise; but," she gave a little laugh and shrugged the shoulders of the blue sweater, "Thinkright won't write me any note of excuse."
He could see it while he spoke, shining out through blue eyes and smiling lips, as the girl looked long into his face. "It seems to me you are a rather elegant person to be clinging to an old farmer like me," he went on. "Have I changed, Thinkright? You haven't. Oh, I'm so glad!" "Yes, you have changed, little one. I'm looking at you, trying to find out how."
A girl who doesn't know how to clear a table or wash a dish in her cousin's house, while a strange girl comes in and takes charge of everything. I didn't even know how to kiss you!" Thinkright smiled. "Edna," he said, "began that when she was twelve years old. It was the year I first came here, and I let her ride on the hay-wagon and gave her the sort of good times she had never known in her life.
"I wish I knew where I could ketch that kind o' sickness," returned Minty, regarding the bright auburn rings enviously, "but don't tell Thinkright I said so," she added, with an afterthought. "He thinks bein' sick's as wrong as lyin'." "My cousin Thinkright has some very odd ideas," returned Sylvia. "There's Daisy a-mooin'," exclaimed Minty, her face lighting. "She hears us talkin'."
Supposing instead of being a dead weight upon her cousin, or at best an assistant to the housekeeper who had been all-sufficient without her, she were able to help him; really to help Thinkright as he grew older! The thought made her cheeks flush, and her eyes grew soft. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. "Not to send one doubting thought into the world," she reminded herself.
The peroration was uttered as an audible soliloquy, and it caused the listener to pull her hand from the calloused palm where it had been clinging. "Good-night," she said abruptly, and started to rise. Thinkright seized her arm gently and drew her back beside him. "Just a moment," he said quietly. "You said a minute ago that you had me; as if I counted for something."
"Yes," returned John, harking back to his monosyllables. "No doubt you have the same," said Miss Lacey dismally, "even though I explained to you fully" "Well, your mind can be at rest now," returned Dunham. "The young lady is provided for." "Thinkright is certainly a good man," said Miss Lacey, her brow still drawn, "although he isn't exactly what folks would call a professor.
"Miss Sylvy's the missin' link," put in Cap'n Lem, softly slapping his knee and shaking his head while his eyes closed tightly. "Don't look it, does she?" "Now, Cap'n, don't git another spell o' the shallers," put in Mrs. Lem as the old man's chuckles threatened a crescendo. "But you see I got ahead of the other relations," went on Thinkright.
"Yes," she nodded. "He was aiming high." Miss Lacey kept her sharp eyes on the conscious young face, devoured with curiosity. "Tell us the joke, Sylvia," she begged. "It isn't a joke, it's earnest," returned the girl, and a warm feeling arose in her heart for the eagle-eyed man in the high hat. "Did you ever hear of anything so surprising, Thinkright, and so kind?"
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