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"There is a great deal to be thought of," said Mrs. Beecham, "it is not a simple matter of family devotion. Of course if I had no other ties, nor other duties, everything would be easy. I should go at once to my poor suffering mamma." Mrs.
"Now, uncle, you have had your say, I will have mine. You seem to think I have more than a friendly regard for Mr Beecham, but I have not. I would not marry him even if I could. I am so sick of every one thinking I would marry any man for his possessions. I would not stoop to marry a king if I did not love him. As for trying to win a man, I would scorn any action that way; I never intend to marry.
I missed him at first because he used to be so kind to me; but now I don't, because Mr Creyton, whom Harry left to manage Five-Bob, comes just as often as Harry used to, and is lots funnier. He brings me something nice every time. Uncle Jay-Jay teases me about him. Happy butterfly-natured Gertie! I envied her. With Gertie's letter came also one from grannie, with further mention of Harold Beecham.
"Phoebe, my darling, you are the best child in the world," cried her mother, rising up, and going to her hastily. She gave her a kiss of maternal enthusiasm, and then she looked at her husband. "But should we take advantage of it?" she said. "You see, my dear," said Mr. Beecham, hesitating, "you might find many things different from what you are used to.
We did not worry about thousands of our fellows starving and reeking with disease in city slums. We were selfish. We were heedless. We were happy. We were young. Harold Beecham was a splendid host. Anyone possessed of the least talent for enjoyment had a pleasant time as his guest. He was hospitable in a quiet unostentatious manner.
It was mighty interesting to hear their side of it, because we were both in the fight." But it was Tom who had been most royally entertained. He told them about Mr. Beecham, and how Marjorie Landis had trapped him. "But what did you do?" demanded Dorsey. "How did you get out of it?" "She wished me luck when I left," said Tom. "She was a Northern girl." The others whistled. "Whew!" said Brown.
I was clearly in the wrong, and had been unwomanly beyond a doubt, as, granting that Harold Beecham was conceited, what right had I to constitute myself his judge or to take into my own hands the responsibility of correcting him? I felt ashamed of my conduct; I was sorry to have hurt any one's feelings.
"But supposing you never got it caged," I returned. "Syb, what do you mean?" "What could I mean?" I don't know. There are always about four or five meanings in what you say." "Oh, thanks, Mr Beecham! You must be very astute. I am always thankful when I am able to dish one meaning out of my idle gabble."
Don't be in such a huff I was afraid something might happen you if alone. You needn't mention that I came with you unless you like. Goodbye." "Good-bye, Mr Beecham. Thank you for being so officious," I said by way of a parting shot. "Old Nick will run away with you for being so ungrateful," he returned. "Old Nick will have me anyhow," I thought to myself as I drove home amid the shadows.
"Why will you not talk to me and play to me, as I wish?" "Perhaps, if I knew what you wish " Phoebe said, in spite of herself. "Oh, how I should like to tell you! No, not Beethoven; a little, just a little music. Heavens!" cried Reginald, as she crashed into a fortissimo, "another sonata! Listen, I am not equal to sonatas. Nay, Miss Beecham, play me a little nothing talk to me."
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