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Somehow, it restored her confidence in all Creation which Jeremy's teeth had shattered in their fall. Taking advantage of Georgina's contentment at being settled on the visitor's knee, Mrs. Triplett hurried for a cloth to wipe up the bread and milk. Kneeling on the floor beside it she sopped it up so energetically that what she was saying came in jerks. "It's a mercy you happened along, Mr.
Then Richard took it, and with the aid of a rusty button-hook which he happened to have in his pocket, having found it on the street that morning, he pushed the plate entirely back. "There's something white inside!" he exclaimed. Instantly two heads bent over with his in an attempt to see, for Captain Kidd's shaggy hair was side by side with Georgina's curls, his niriosity as great as hers.
Lady Belstone still mourned her admiral in black silk and crêpe, whilst Miss Georgina's respect for her brother's memory was made manifest in plum-coloured satin. Lady Mary, too, wore black to-night. Since the day of Peter's return she had not ventured to don her favourite white.
They walked a few blocks more in silence, then he said: "I think Dan ought to be an honary member." It was Georgina's turn to ask why. "Aw, you know why! Taking the blame on himself the way he did and everything." "But he made just as bad times for Uncle Darcy and Aunt Elspeth as he made good times for Mr. Potter and Emmett. I don't think he has any right to belong at all."
Georgina's face grew radiant at this tacit admission of herself into partnership. "Oh, yes," she assented joyfully. "And then we can have moving pictures made of us doing all sorts of things. Won't it be fun to sit back and watch ourselves and see how we look doing 'em?" "Say! that's great," he exclaimed.
After Georgina's letter came she resolutely put her forebodings and misgivings aside many a time, prompted by it to steer onward so steadily that hope must do as Uncle Darcy said, "make rainbows even of her tears." Georgina wrote on until dinner time, telling all about the way she had spent her birthday dollar.
As the old man looked down at Georgina's soft, brown curls pressed against his shoulder, and felt her little dimpled hand lying warm on his neck, he could almost believe it was the same child who had crept into his heart thirty years ago. It was hard to think of the little lad as grown, or as filling the responsible position of a naval surgeon.
She caught up Georgina's hand to make it do the tapping, thinking it would please her to give her a share in the invitation, but in her touchy frame of mind it was only an added grievance to have her knuckles knocked against the pane, and her wails began afresh as the old man, answering the signal, shook his bell at her playfully, and turned towards the house.
Lord Martindale paused as his daughter stepped in, gravely asking if they were going to take up Mr. Finch. Georgina's laugh was not quite what it would have been to a younger inquirer, but it did not tend to console him. 'Mr. Finch! O no! We left him to the society of his port wine. I mean to test the clairvoyante by asking what he is dreaming about. But there is no fear of our coming to harm.
I met her once at my so-called cousin's, whom she patronized as a dear old thing. To my mind, she was worth twenty of her, though she was wrinkled and Scottishly sententious. 'A sweet old bat, was another epithet of Lady Georgina's.
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