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He had been gone five minutes he might return at any second. Tip-toeing across to the window, Toni parted the red curtains and lifted a lath of the old-fashioned Venetian blind to peer through into the fog. She could not see much.
Soon the great silences overawed him periods of loneliness when he sat confronting his soul, his conscience on the bench as judge; his affections a special attorney: silences of the night, in which he would listen for the strong, quick, manly footstep and the closing of the door in the corridor beyond: silences of the dawn, when no clatter of hoofs followed by a cheery call rang out for some one to take Spitfire: silences of the breakfast table, when he drank his coffee alone, Alec tip-toeing about like a lost spirit.
"Bannerman was right," he conceded; "any " The syllables died upon his lips; his gaze became fixed; his heart thumped wildly for an instant, then rested still; and instinctively he held his breath, tip-toeing to the edge of the veranda the better to command a view of the library windows.
She had planned a real Christmas dinner, to banish the memory of the hasty and unpalatable lunches they had had to gulp during the rush. There was to be a turkey, and Fanny had warned Annie not to touch it. She wanted to stuff it and roast it herself. She spent the morning in the kitchen, aside from an occasional tip-toeing visit to her mother's room.
There she switched off the lights, hid the starting-handle under the cushions and, tip-toeing, passed through the first pylon and up to the broken kiosk of the Ethiopian Tahraka.
With the water bottles at her feet and a little beef tea to nourish her, Miss Campbell at last fell into a deep sleep, while the doctor, sitting near at hand, read one of the magazines and, occasionally tip-toeing to her bedside, listened to her breathing and felt her pulse. Toward late afternoon, he descended into the lower regions of the log house and foraged for food.
"Will Demi lie still like a good boy, while Mamma runs down and gives poor Papa his tea?" asked Meg, as the hall door softly closed, and the well-known step went tip-toeing into the dining room. "Me has tea!" said Demi, preparing to join in the revel. "No, but I'll save you some little cakies for breakfast, if you'll go bye-bye like Daisy. Will you, lovey?"
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