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Updated: July 26, 2025
In the corridor that morning Vona had shown that too much precipitateness alarmed her; he might go too far in five more stanzas. The five he had completed would give her a hint something to think of. He pondered on that point while he stuck the paper into an envelope and sealed it. Mr.
"Father, I will stay at home and do all the work, if you'll keep our home from being desecrated by that man!" Mr. Harnden reared his crest and advanced one foot. "I have raised my daughter to be a lady and will keep her so! I'm now in a position to do it without any of her help." Vona stood up then. But not to fling angry retort at her father!
"I can't do my best here, Vona. You understand it. But I can't go away and do the best that's in me unless I go with your pledge to me." "You have it, Frank! The pledge of all my love." "But your folks! They tell me your father is at home." "I have said nothing to father and mother naturally." She smiled up at him.
Vona had come to his side, she understood the nature of his anxiety. "I am just starting for my house, Squire Hexter. I'm going to hurry back with Frank's supper, so that he won't be bothered." "Bless your soul, sis, even Xoa will be perfectly satisfied with that arrangement when I explain," said the Squire, gallantly. "I'm tempted to stay, myself, if Hebe is going to serve."
"Nothing of the sort, Vona!" declared Harnden. "That contractor has brought a lot of strangers here to work on Britt's house, seeing that the men of this town are biting off their noses to spite their faces! I wouldn't take a minute's peace, knowing that my home is unprotected, unless I felt that a friend of mine was here as guardian. Oh, I know what you mean!
Britt called Vona to the wicket. He slipped the envelope through to her. "There's no hurry, you understand! Take your time. Read it in a slack moment later! And" he hesitated and gulped "I want to see you after bank hours. If you'll step in I'll be much obliged." She did not assent orally, nor show especial willingness to respond to his invitation.
Then Dorsey's shrill insistence prevailed over the roars of laughter in front; the young folks on the stage heard his bloodcurdling bulletin. The manager let slip the whirling handle and the pole of the hurrying curtain thumped the platform. Vona had leaped, risking her life, and was able to dodge under the descending pole.
Vona had been waiting for her cue to join the hero and pledge their vows beside the babbling stream. After one horrified gasp of amazement, she led off the hilarity back-stage.
Vona had been teaching school to help out her folks, in the prevailing Egyptian famine in finance. But folks stopped paying taxes, and the town orders by the school committee on the treasurer were not honored; therefore, Vona gratefully took a place in the bank when Mr. Britt called her into his office one day and offered the job to her. He said that the work was getting to be too much for Frank.
"She's coming down," reported the general manager of the household, taking his stand in front of the fireplace. He pulled on a chain and dragged out a bunch of keys and whirled them like a David taking aim with a sling. Vona came no farther than the doorway, and stood framed there. "What's this last nonsense that you won't go to your work in the morning?"
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