Andrew the Glad by Maria Thompson Daviess
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giving the statue, laid it on so many different people, and wondered over
it to such an extent all fall that they had got tired and forgot that they didn't know all about it. When I presented it in the name of Caroline Darrah Brown in memory of her mother and her grandfather, General Darrah, you could have heard a pin drop for a few seconds, then the applause was almost a sob. It was as dramatic a thing as has been handed this town in many a day. Still it was a bit sky-rockety, don't you think--keeping it like that and--" "David," interrupted the major quickly, "she never intended to tell it. She had done the business part of it through her solicitors. She _never_ wanted us to know. I persuaded her to let it be presented in her name, myself, just before Matilda went out with you. She shrinks--" "Wait a minute, Major, don't get the two sides of my brain crossed. You persuaded her--she isn't in town is she?--don't tell me she's here herself!" And David ruffled his auburn forelock with a gesture of perplexity. "Yes," answered the major, "Caroline Darrah Brown is here and is, I hope, going to stay for a time at least. I wanted to tell you about it yesterday but I hadn't seen her and I--" "And, David dear," interrupted Mrs. Buchanan who had been standing by with shining eyes waiting for an opening to break in on Kildare's astonishment with some of the details of her happiness over her discovery. "I didn't tell you last night for the major didn't want me to, but she _is_ so lovely! She's your inherited friend, for your mother and hers were devoted to each other. I do want you to love her and everybody help me to make her feel at home. Don't mind about her father being |
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