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One of your relatives came to hear her yesterday, after dinner, and I think she played all evening for him." "You mean Bibbs?" asked Sibyl. "The the youngest Mr. Sheridan. Yes. He's very musical, isn't he?" "I never heard of it. But I shouldn't think it would matter much whether he was or not, if he could get Miss Vertrees to play to him. Does your daughter expect the piano back soon?"
"You naturally don't want to begin by taking part in a family quarrel, but if YOU take part in it, it won't be one. You don't know yourself what weight you carry over there, and no one would have the right to say you did it except out of the purest kindness. Don't you see that Jim and his father would admire you all the more for it? Miss Vertrees, listen!
He had a long siege of nervous dyspepsia, but he's over it." "And you think " "Bibbs is all right. You needn't wor " Sibyl choked, and pressed her handkerchief to her mouth. "Good night, Mrs. Vertrees," she said, hurriedly, as the head-lights of an automobile swung round the corner above, sending a brightening glare toward the edge of the pavement where the two ladies were standing.
"It's too bad!" he half whispered, his lips forming the words and his meaning was that it was too bad that the strong brother had been the one to go. For this was his last thought before he walked to the coupe and saw Mary Vertrees standing, all alone, on the other side of the drive.
I mean Oh, wait!" "What for? You do know how I feel, and you well, you've certainly WANTED me to feel that way or else pretended " "Now, now!" she lamented. "You're spoiling such a cheerful afternoon!" "'Spoilin' it!" He slowed down the car and turned his face to her squarely. "See here, Miss Vertrees, haven't you " "Stop! Stop the car a minute."
Roscoe's wife saw it, too, and she was another whom it puzzled though not because its recipient was married. "Because!" said Mary Vertrees, replying to Roscoe's monosyllable. "And also because we're next-door neighbors at table, and it's dull times ahead for both of us if we don't get along."
He went straight to Sibyl and spoke to her quietly, but so that the others might hear. "When you said that if I'd stop to think, I'd realize that no one would be apt to care enough about me to marry me, you were right," he said. "I thought perhaps you weren't, and so I asked Miss Vertrees to marry me. It proved what you said of me, and disproved what you said of her. She refused."
"Won't you come in?" urged Mrs. Vertrees, cordially, hearing the sound of a cheerful voice out of the darkness beyond the approaching glare. "Do! There's Mary now, and she " But Sibyl was half-way across the street. "No, thanks," she called. "I hope she won't miss her piano!"
"We're not THAT far gone, I think!" "Perhaps not yet," Mrs. Vertrees said. "She seems to be troubled about the the coal matter and about Tilly. Of course the piano will take care of some things like those for a while and " "I don't like it. I gave her the piano to play on, not to " "You mustn't be distressed about it in ONE way," she said, comfortingly.
But the poem itself was rather simple and wistful and nice he read it to us, though Edith tried to stop him. She was modest about it, and said she'd never written anything else. And then, after a while, Mrs. Roscoe Sheridan asked me to come across the street to her house with them her husband and Edith and Mr. Lamhorn and Jim Sheridan " Mrs. Vertrees was shocked. "'Jim'!" she exclaimed.
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