A Lover in Homespun - And Other Stories by F. Clifford (Frank Clifford) Smith
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during which Zotique sprang to his feet, and going over to where she
was standing, and laughing merrily, held out his hand and said, "Have you no word of welcome for me, Katie White?" She put her hand into the outstretched one, and looking up into his face with her bright blue eyes, told him that she was very much pleased to see him. Vital, who had seen her the very moment the door opened, had risen with alacrity, and in the hope that she would see the vacant seat by his side, was unconsciously crushing the hapless farmer on his right into a most uncomfortable position. The hopeful, expectant look on Vital's face deserved far better recognition than it was awarded. Despite the fact that there was but little room where Zotique was sitting, the shameless, prevaricating fellow impressed upon her that seats in that particular quarter were actually going begging. For a few moments Katie hesitated as though she hardly knew what to do. Absent-minded Vital was still standing and looking at her, his whole heart in his eyes. "Yes, I will sit next to you; it was very kind of you to take such interest in getting me a seat." Poor Vital! As he heard these ominous words, saw her look up and smile at Zotique, and after great crushing sit down by his side, all the pleasure of eating left him entirely. As the good things began to disappear and tongues were loosened, |
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