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Still there seemed nothing now for him to do, nothing but that constant watching and constant praying; and he had only lately come to realize how much these two things meant. Presently, sitting there in the silence, he bethought himself of Winny in her desolation. "Pliny," he said, suddenly, "shall not you and I go down and try to help poor Winny endure her loneliness?
That recurrent tenderness for Winny, a girl who had no sort of tenderness for him, was a thing he did not mean to encourage more than he could help. Still, it kept him from running after any other girl. He was not in love with Violet Usher, and so, gradually, her magic lost its hold upon his memory.
Winny said, pausing in the act of taking off her things to examine the pasteboard. "That's my sign leastways it will be when your wits and my wits are put together to make it. I got some colored chalk round the corner at the painters, and he showed me how to use 'em." "Tode, you said you would remember not to use ''em' and 'leastways' any more." "So I will one of these days.
He had put away from him the almost tangible vision of Winny lying there, pretty as she would be, in her little white nightgown, and her hair tossed over his pillow, perhaps, and he vowed that for Winny's sake he would never do that thing. As for the feeling he had unmistakably begun to have for Winny, he would have to put that away, too, until he could afford to produce it.
The parson in his own drawing-room did not make a more imposing appearance than did his servant on this occasion. "I jist bin had my fortune told last Sunday night," said Sam, as he helped one of the girls to some sweet hash. "Indeed," cried half-a-dozen voices. "Yes," continued he; "Aunt Winny teld me I is to hab de prettiest yaller gal in town, and dat I is to be free."
"Look here, Winny, you're dead-beat and you must go home to bed. Do you know it's past ten?" She drew herself up. "I'm not going." "You must, dear, I'm afraid." He smiled, and the smile and his white face made her heart ache. Also they made her more determined. "You must have somebody. You can't be left like this all by yourself. Do you think I can go and leave you, when you're ill and all?"
For Winny, established at Johnson's at the corner, was free a good half hour before he could get back from Oxford Street; and as often as not he found her putting Baby to bed when Violet was out or lying down. But he did not know, he was nowhere near knowing, half the things that Winny did for them. He didn't want to know.
Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof." "Have you told him so?" she inquired, reproachfully. "No; but I shall, before he retires to rest." "Then you will stay!" she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, "for I'm sure he won't part with you. Oh! thank you thank you! I'm so happy!" "Stop, Winny!" he answered, gravely; "I haven't promised yet."
He was prepared to kick, personally, any fellow he found making Winny Dymond or Violet Usher cheap. Not that Winny lent herself to cheapness, but about Violet he was not quite sure. And if you had asked why not, he would have told you it was because she was so different. By which he meant so dangerously, so disastrously feminine and innocent and pretty.
Gatty ran about, hot and panting, searching for a cool hole, while she declared that the ship was a great pie, which the sun had undertaken to bake, and that we were all the unfortunate pigeons destined to be stewed therein. "Then," said the matter-of-fact little Winny, "we must put all our feet together, and stick them up in the middle."
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