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"Your actions have amazed me beyond words. Would you be willing that Thinkright should know the dreams and plans you have indulged in in this place?" Sylvia stood dumb, transfixed, convicted of guilt. "It does not come gracefully from your hostess to lecture you, I know; but against my will I have learned what I know, and the disappointment has been bitter, Sylvia.
Sylvia's guardian angel was holding Thinkright in the background, like a trump card, as you might say" "No, I mightn't, Calvin Trent! You're saying the most awful things!" exclaimed Miss Lacey. "Well, you'll be up there in a few days," remarked the judge, rising. "I just wanted to assure you that Sylvia is doing well, and that you can be perfectly tranquil about her; so good-by, Martha.
"It looks that way," responded Thinkright. "And you don't know what he could possibly mean by that poetical name, do you?" "I haven't an idea," returned her companion, well pleased that such was the case, for he could see that otherwise it might go hard with him. "And I daresay you're quite as bewitched with her as Calvin," pursued Miss Lacey curiously.
That's a rather bright thought of yours about Thinkright." "But it comes too late," returned Martha excitedly. "How do you know that Sylvia won't take the night train for the West right off to join that horrible Nat?" "Then you think she has money?" "I don't know. I only know she spurned the idea of any help from us." "Wouldn't take a cent, eh?" rejoined Judge Trent. He turned toward Dunham.
Thinkright said I might let her git stove on a rock, and he'd druther I'd wait." "Very well, Minty, to-morrow we shall begin making up for lost time. Let them watch us." Cap'n Lem soon appeared, and the five made a happy supper party. During the meal the clouds lightened and the rain abated. Mrs. Lem would not hear to Sylvia's assisting in clearing away, but sent her upstairs to unpack her trunk.
Minty was running back and forth putting them away. Thinkright and Cap'n Lem were seated near the stove, and as the door opened a burst of laughter escaped from them at some remark of the visitor. At sight of Sylvia's white face her cousin arose. "I was just beginning to wonder where you were, little girl," he said kindly. "I want you to know Miss Edna Derwent.
"Then I'm going, am I, Thinkright?" asked Sylvia, her eyes appealing to him as she rose. "Of course you're going," put in the judge authoritatively. "I've had no visit with you yet." "All right," returned Sylvia, smiling faintly at her uncle; but she took Thinkright's arm. "I'll meet you in half an hour," she said to the other men, and started toward the house, with her cousin captive.
He had thought often of his niece since his last visit, and in the past days had heard only good words for her; but Thinkright might be expected to be partial to Laura's child, and the Fosters were scarcely judges. He wished very much to learn the opinion of the girl which would be formed by a man of John's world and experience.
He remembered that he had sent her a silver cup when she was born. "Look out, a steady pull, steady. That's enough now. You're tired. This boat is a tub. You should have a light one." Sylvia laughed, and let her teacher pull the oars across the boat. "Now we'll float a while," he said, resuming his seat in the bow. "So Thinkright wants you to forgive everybody; love everybody, eh?
Edna gave a little exclamation. "Any girl would be fortunate to belong to Thinkright," she returned. "Yes, indeed. He's a good man, and the judge and I feel perfectly easy" Miss Martha used that form of speech with subtle satisfaction "to leave her with him.
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