Other People's Business: The Romantic Career of the Practical Miss DaleSmith, Harriet L. (Harriet Lummis)
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Other People's Business: The Romantic Career of the Practical Miss Dale
Smith, Harriet L. (Harriet Lummis)
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"Are you sure he wasn't angry?" asked Persis, still a little pale and
doubtful.
Mary bridled.
"Go and see for yourself, Miss Dale, if you don't believe me. When I
tried to stop her eating a good half of that broth, and chicken as high
as 'tis, he the same as called me a fool for meddling. But you'd
better go up-stairs. You won't be satisfied till you've heard for
yourself."
In that Mary spoke truly. Her story was too incredible to be accepted
without investigation. Persis' incredulity did not desert her till
half-way up the stairs she was met by a child's voice, fond and
confident.
"Uncle Joel, ain't God cruel to make some dogs without tails?"
And then as her brother's unfamiliar laugh reached her ears, Persis
turned and went softly down the stairs.
CHAPTER XVII
ENID
If Persis Dale's extraordinary action in adopting a family _en masse_
had stirred Clematis from center to circumference, that agitation was
trivial in comparison with the flutter produced by Joel's capitulation.
Mrs. West, backed up by Mary, told the news to auditors frankly
incredulous who yet were sufficiently impressed by her sincerity to
resolve on looking into the thing for themselves. Consequently the
Dale homestead became a magnet for the curious, and many a skeptic came
and went away convinced that the day of miracles had returned.
As a matter of fact Joel's surrender was in accord with the most
elemental of psychological laws. With the characteristic caprice of
her sex in matters of the heart, Celia had taken a violent fancy to
this pale-blooded hypochondriac, and made no secret of the fact that
she regarded him as her especial property. Nothing is so flattering to
the vanity as the preference of a child, that naive, spontaneous
affection to which it is impossible to impute mercenary motives. And
Joel had responded by becoming Celia's abject slave. He ignored the
other children for the most part, seldom betraying, unless perhaps by
an impatient gesture or a frown, that he was aware of their existence.
But his eyes were always on Celia, and when she spoke, he listened.
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