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"What's her name?" Gyp's forehead was wrinkled in a scowl. Mrs. Westley referred to the letter. "Jerauld Travis. What a pretty name! And she's just your age, Gyp!" But Gyp refused to be delighted at this fact. Then Mrs. Westley, relieved that the children had consented, even though ungraciously, to the change in their household, slipped the letter back into its envelope.
"It is hard for a woman to believe much in women; we don't expect anything of each other yet. Should you like her to paint me?" "I mean, do you think she could do it?" "Not yet. She doesn't know enough of life, even if she knew enough of art. She merely painted another girl." "That is true," said Mrs. Westley with a sigh.
Westley threw her arms about her and held her very close. "I just must feel you, dear, safe here with me or I couldn't stand it waiting." "Jerry! Look! That flash it comes and goes!" Gyp's voice, scarcely a whisper, breathed in Jerry's ear. The two girls were huddled in the little window of the tower room. Gyp was almost hysterical; Jerry had had all she wanted of ghosts.
Then he added, in an off-hand way: "The ice broke on the lake out at Highacres to-day. Guess the skating's over." "Graham!" cried Mrs. Westley, springing to her feet so precipitously that her chair fell backward with a crash. Her face was deathly white. Graham, frightened by his careless remark, went to her quickly. "Mother I didn't mean to frighten you!
Jerry knew too little of the price of the materials that made up her precious dresses to be distressed with the gift. In rapture she kissed the shimmering blue folds. And Gyp executed a mad dance in the middle of the room. "Now you've just got to go to the Everett party." On Christmas afternoon Mrs. Allan walked into the Westley home. She and her husband had come to the Everetts for the holidays.
General Westley had brought him up and presented him, and he remained chatting with Cornelia, apparently in the fatuity that if he talked trivially to her he would be the same as a young man. Ludlow stayed, too, and when the old gentleman got away, he said, the same as if there had been no interruption, "Why aren't you getting on?" "Because I'm not doing anything to it." "You ought to.
Graham came hotly to Pepper's rescue. "He's not a mongrel he's better'n any old Airedale! He's got more sense in his tail than Aunt Maria's got in her whole body! If he goes I'll I'll go, too!" "Children," protested Mrs. Westley, giving way to the laughter that had been consuming her from the first moment of Aunt Maria's arrival. "Let's all feel grateful to Pepper.
He'll probably fine Diablo's rider a hundred dollars; I believe it's customary to do that when a jockey persistently refuses to come up with his horses. Just look at that! the black fiend has lashed out and nearly crippled something." "Not Lucretia, Mr. Crane!" gasped Allis. "No, it's a chestnut there they go! Good boy, Westley. I mean Diablo's jockey has done a fiendish clever thing.
"It's in her," was an explanation which Westley Keyts thought all-sufficient, though he added by way, as it were, of putting this into raised letters for the blind, "she'd have to raise hell just the same if it had cost that there railroad eight million 'stead of eight hundred to exterminate Potts!" For myself, I should have set this thing to different words. I regarded Mrs.
I'm not going to say what kept me." This also was a success in its way. It drew cries of protest and reproach from the ladies, and laughter from the men. Wetmore made himself heard above the rest. "Mrs. Westley, I know this man, and I can't let you be made the victim of one of his shameless fakes. There was really nothing kept him.
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