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"S'pose," he drawled, "if Miss Worth'ton wants to wait by herself here, Maria, me and you set inside awhile, and then if she finds she reely has missed him somehow, I might help her to look him up, mebbe." Arethusa considered this a decidedly brilliant idea. It relieved her of present society, which though friendly was irksome, and promised future comfort.
Peter sat stiffly erect, also silent, one grubby hand tightly clutching his mother's sleeve as if he feared the catastrophe of losing her through the swiftness of his riding. But Mrs. Cherry well supplied any lack of words from her children. "I've wondered and wondered myself, about you, Miss Worth'ton, ever so many times sence that trip we rode on the cars together.
She rewarded the tall, thin father of Helen Louise with a misty smile. Mrs. Cherry thought it very good, also. Miss Worth'ton wasn't to worry a mite now, not a mite. If her father didn't come for her, the Cherry family would escort her right up to his front door. So the little procession trailed away and left Arethusa once more alone, and most disconsolate, against her kindly iron pillar.
You'll be having some lunch with us, Miss Worth'ton, won't you now?" But Arethusa refused this cordial invitation. She could not possibly eat a mouthful. Food would have stuck in her throat right on top of the big lump of excitement that was already there.
It was something sorter like Providence done kept me busy, I reckon, Miss Worth'ton, I wouldn't have seen you no other day, p'raps. Law, but your Pa must be a rich man, Miss Worth'ton, to be owning a thing like this here!" For under cover of Mrs. Cherry's volubility, Arethusa had piloted the whole family safely to the automobile. Mrs. Cherry leaned back on the cushions as one to the manner born.
"You ain't found him? Here, Cherry, you take the children and the bundles and put them in the waitin'-room and then come straight back here and we'll help Miss Worth'ton hunt her father." "I don't want to be put in the waitin'-room!" wailed Helen Louise in protest, "I want to stay with Papa!" Mrs.
Peter now joined his voice to the conversation for the first time, "Ma, I'm hungry." "Bless us! But it might be dinner time, now, mightn't it. Have you got a watch, Miss Worth'ton?" Arethusa reached down into her waistband and drew forth Miss Eliza's parting gift.
"Here, Clay," Arethusa began clambering ungracefully over the brakes and handles around the wheel of the car, and across him before he could move. "Here, you take it, I must go speak to Mrs. Cherry!" "Well, if it ain't Miss Worth'ton!" exclaimed Mrs. Cherry when Arethusa had reached her, after a rather dangerous scramble between trucks and horses and street cars. Mrs.
"This is the pretty Miss Worth'ton I was telling you about we saw on the train, Cherry," to her husband, and "This is Helen Louise's Pa," to Arethusa. Arethusa managed to acknowledge this introduction, but being in such a state of mind as she was, she could not make her acknowledgment very cordial.
"Papa and me just play and play!" She gave herself something like an anticipatory hug. "Gee, but I'm going to be glad to see him! I ain't seen him for a whole year now!" "Helen Louise, don't you be telling Miss Worth'ton no story now!" warned her mother. Names had been exchanged. "She ain't seen him for more'n a month reely, but I reckon it does seem 'most a year to her."
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