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Before many weeks he was safe at home, and from him Helen learned more of Martine's quiet heroism than she could ever gather from his letters. In Jim Wetherby's estimation, Cap and Bart Martine were the two heroes of the war. The latter had found the right antidote. Not a moment was left for morbid brooding.
"Nonsense, my dear!" she said; "babies can always be rocked!" And again the lullaby rose on the air. "But, madam," persisted the girl she was almost crying now "don't you see? I must put Master Philip back. It is Mrs. Wetherby's orders. They they don't rock babies so much now."
Della Wetherby's eyes danced, but her lips remained unsmiling. "Pollyanna isn't a medicine, my dear," she said demurely, " though I have heard some people call her a tonic. Pollyanna is a little girl." "A child? Well, how should I know," retorted the other, still aggrievedly.
It was that, more than the shock of surprise of Lady Wetherby's news, that had sent him striding along the State Road at the rate of five miles an hour, staring before him with unseeing eyes. A sudden recollection of their last interview brought a dull flush to Bill's face and accelerated his speed. He felt physically ill.
'I don't know that I'm so stuck on Clarence myself, said Lady Wetherby, weakly. 'My darling! 'Wait a minute. I've not said I would get rid of him. 'But you will? Lady Wetherby's hesitation lasted but a moment. 'All right, Algie. I'll send him to the Zoo to-morrow. 'My precious pet! A hand, reaching under the table, enveloped Claire's in a loving clasp.
Then she abruptly left the room; she could not trust herself to speak. Miss Wetherby did not see much of her guest that afternoon; he went away immediately after dinner and did not return until supper time. Then he was so completely tired out that he had but two words in reply to Miss Wetherby's question. "Did ye have a good time?" she asked wistfully. "You bet!"
Do you hear?" "Oh, come off, Miss Wetherby, 't ain't only a menag'ry, an' you don't use the room none." Miss Wetherby's mouth worked convulsively. "Robert!" she gasped, as soon as she could find her voice, "I never, never heard of such dreadful goin's-on!
'When I led you to the altar, he said, reproachfully, 'you promised to love, honour, and obey me. I thought at the time it was a bit of swank! Lady Wetherby's manner thawed. She became more friendly. 'When you talk like that, Algie, I feel there's hope for you after all. That's how you used to talk in the dear old days when you'd come to me to borrow half-a-crown to put on a horse!
The shouts were less shrill and the yells less prolonged when Bobby was near the house. No toads nor cats graced the parlor floor, and no bugs nor snakes tortured Miss Wetherby's nerves when Bobby's bed was made each day. The kitchen woodbox threatened to overflow so high were its contents piled and Miss Wetherby was put to her wits' end to satisfy Bobby's urgent clamorings for errands to run.
In her heart Elizabeth knew perfectly well that this was because Nutty, when in the presence of the bees, lost his head completely and behaved like an exaggerated version of Lady Wetherby's Dream of Psyche, whereas Bill maintained an easy calm; but at the moment she put the phenomenon down to that inexplicable cussedness which does so much to exasperate the human race, and it fed her annoyance with her unbidden guest.
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