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Updated: June 19, 2025
Meanwhile Wayne was so consecrated to the work of making warfare more deadly that he scarcely knew his sister had arrived. But on the morrow, or at least the day after, would come young Wayneworth, called Worth, save when his Aunt Kate called him Wayne the Worthy. Wayne the Worthy was also engaged in perfecting a death-dealing instrument, the same being the interrogation point.
"I am all attention, Wayneworth," she said, with inflection which should not have been wasted on ears too young. "Do you know, Aunt Kate, sometimes I don't know just what you're talking about." "No? Really? And this from your sex to mine!" "Do you always say what you mean, Aunt Kate?" "Very seldom." "Why not?" "Somebody might find out what I thought."
It was his quarrel with the forest service that had brought her cousin Fred Wayneworth there. Fred was not one of his admirers. "Isn't this heat distressing?" was her greeting, though she had succeeded in keeping herself very fresh and sweet looking under the distress. As Katie turned to introduce the two girls she saw that Ann was pulling at her handkerchief nervously.
Captain Wayneworth Jones, U. S. Army, dressed for dining at a place where lives are better protected against lives, was a strange center for those waves from lives of struggle. "She the girl that's sick?" the woman demanded in response to his inquiry for Miss Forrest. He replied that he feared she was ill and was told to go to the third floor and turn to the right. It was the second door.
Where did they expect it to lead? he demanded. "Perhaps," meekly suggested Katie, "they expect it to lead to growth." "Growth!" snorted the Bishop. "Destruction!" They passed to the sunnier subject of raising money. As regards the budget, Bishop Wayneworth was the church's most valued servant.
And let it be set down in the beginning that Miss Jones was more given to a comfortable place than to a tragic view. Katherine Wayneworth Jones, affectionately known to many friends in many lands as Katie Jones, was an "army girl."
Such a scampering as there would be! And how many would be let stay in the places where they had been put? Who would get the nice corners it had been taken for granted certain people should have just because they had been fixed up for them in advance? How about the case of Miss Katherine Wayneworth Jones? Would she be ranked out of quarters?
There was something peculiarly restful in the spaciousness and stability, a place which the disagreeable or distressing things of life could not invade. Most of the women were away, which was the real godsend, for the dreariness and desolation of pleasure would be eliminated. A quiet post was charming until it tried to be gay so mused Miss Katherine Wayneworth Jones.
"Oh, Wayneworth Jones! Why were you born with your brain cells screwed into question marks? and why do I have to go through life getting them unscrewed?" She actually read a paragraph; and as there she had to turn a page she looked over at Ann.
And it was written in his wistful little watery eyes, told by his unconquerable tail, that with all his dog's heart he yearned to be Somebody's dog. So he thought he would try Miss Katherine Wayneworth Jones. She had a number of errands to do, and he followed her from place to place. She saw him first when she came out from the hair-dresser's. He seemed to have been waiting for her.
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