Andrew the Glad by Maria Thompson Daviess
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was fingering a string of sapphires that fell from her neck, with obvious
delight. The rest of the party stood in an admiring and uproarious circle. "Why," exclaimed Phoebe in blank astonishment, "why David Kildare!" "You said you wanted your most intimate friends to-night, Phoebe, and here they are," he answered with pride in every tone of his voice. "Oh, dearie," said Milly as she clasped Phoebe's hand, "we couldn't come without them--everything happened wrong. I know it's awful and I ought to take them right back now and--" "David Kildare," said Phoebe as she divined in an instant the whole situation, "I love--I love you for doing it," and she sank on her knees by Caroline. Mistake let go the chain and bobbed forward to bestow a moist kiss on this, his friend of long standing; and as he chuckled and snuggled his little nose under her white chin Phoebe's echo was a sigh of such absolute rapture that the whole circle shouted with glee. And late as it was dinner was announced three times before the host or the guests could be persuaded to think of food. And not until David's bed was made ready for the little guests did they begin to make their way into the dining-room. It was Andrew who finally insisted on carrying the babes away and tucking them in--only Caroline went with him with Little Sister in her arms and laid her gently on the pillow. She refused to lift her eyes to him for so much as a half-second until he drew her chair from the table for her; but then her shy glance was deep with innocent tenderness. |
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