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Updated: June 22, 2025
"They are all crazy to meet you," Randy's mother had told him, as they came into the Major's sitting-room after those first sacred moments when the doors had been shut against the world, "they are all crazy to meet you, but you needn't come over to lunch unless you really care to do it. Jefferson can serve you here." "What do you want me to do?"
"Never heard of him." "Hamilton Hill," said the station agent. Randy's neck stiffened. "Then the Hamiltons have sold it?" "Yes. A Mr. Waterman of New York bought it." Kemp had come back. "Mr. Waterman says he'll send the car at once. He is delighted to know that you have come, sir." "How long must I wait?"
The little eyes looked anxiously up into Randy's face. "You precious little sister," Randy answered, "I've been longing all winter to see you, and when I have sat before the fire with Miss Dayton on a stormy afternoon I have wished that Tabby with her paws tucked in, sat blinking at the flames. There is no one, Prue, whom I am more truly glad to see than you."
Weston, without a word, placed her hand upon Randy's, as it lay upon the table and the Squire, taking off his glasses and affecting to see a bit of moisture upon them, took out his handkerchief and slowly wiping the lenses he said,
He felt that her beauty must shine even among the shadows he envied Major Prime, who sat next to her. The Major was aware that his position was enviable. It was worth much to watch these two young people, eager in their reunion. "Becky Bannister, whom I have known all my life," had been Randy's presentation of the little lady with the shining hair.
More than anything else, the thing that struck against Randy's heart was this lack of fear in Becky! Of course it was Dalton who took Becky home. There had been a sharp summons to Kemp, who came running up with raincoats, a rush for the car, a hurried "Won't you come with us, Randy?" from Becky, and Randy's curt refusal, and then the final insult from Dalton.
"I am going to buy the car," her husband said to her. Randy's heart jumped. Somehow he had felt that it would not really happen. He had had little faith in his qualities as salesman. Yet, after all, it had happened, and he had sold his car. Riding down the hill, he was conscious of a new sense of achievement. It was all very well to dream of writing masterpieces. But here was something tangible.
More than anything else, the thing that struck against Randy's heart was this lack of fear in Becky! Of course it was Dalton who took Becky home. There had been a sharp summons to Kemp, who came running up with raincoats, a rush for the car, a hurried "Won't you come with us, Randy?" from Becky, and Randy's curt refusal, and then the final insult from Dalton.
"Why that's 'nough for a whole gaown," said Joel, but a shade of annoyance passed over Randy's sweet face and as she showed no disposition to explain, the clerk cut off the number of yards with the injured air of one whose kindly interest had been unappreciated.
The Judge put on his glasses and read it. "Where is he?" he asked Kemp. "In the other box, sir. The one above." "Tell him to come down." "Yes, sir, thank you, sir." The Judge was as pleased as Punch. "That man up there in Waterman's box has heard of my collection," he explained to his party. "He wants me to settle a point about the Virginia partridge." "Which man?" Randy's tone was ominous.
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