The Awakening of Helena Richie by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland
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soft hair, crinkling in the mist and blowing all about her smooth
forehead. The mist had thickened to rain before she reached the Rectory, and her cloak was soaked, which made Dr. Lavendar reproach her for her imprudence. "And where are your gums?" he demanded. When she confessed that she had forgotten them, he scolded her roundly. "I'll see that the little boy wears them when he comes to visit me," she said, a comforted look coming into her face. "David? David will look after himself like a man, and keep you in order, too. As for visiting you, my dear, you'd better visit him a little first. I tell you--stay and have supper with us to-night?" But she protested that she had only come for a few minutes to ask about David. "I must go right home," she said nervously. "No, no. You can't get away,--oh!" he broke off excitedly--"here he is!" Dr. Lavendar's eagerness at the sight of the little boy who came running up the garden path, his hurry to open the front door and bring him into the study to present him to Mrs. Richie, fussing and proud and a little tremulous, would have touched her, if she had noticed him. But she did not notice him,--the child absorbed her. She could not leave him. Before she knew it she found herself taking off her bonnet and saying she would stay to tea. "David," said Dr. Lavendar, "I've got a bone in my leg; so you run and get me a clean pocket-handkerchief." |
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