The abandoned farm, and Connie's mistakeHolmes, Mary Jane
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The abandoned farm, and Connie's mistake
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 20th century
When the curtain went down a second time, Craig rose and, shaking hands
again with the “duffers” and the girl, left them, and a few moments
later appeared at the entrance of the box where the Marshes were
sitting. Instantly there was a flutter of excitement among the ladies,
who had failed to see him in the opposite box. Amy, who had her own
views with regard to him and did not think his lameness a very great
drawback when pitted against his millions and position, was delighted to
meet him, and asked where he had kept himself that they had seen so
little of him recently.
“I have been in the country, where mother and Rose stayed later than
usual,—it is so delightful there when the leaves begin to change,” he
replied, adding: “We only came to town yesterday, and to-morrow morning
we are off for Europe on the _Etruria_, which sails so early that we
must be on board to-night. How long we shall stay abroad is uncertain.
It will depend on mother’s health. We go for her. And now I must say
good-by, as I have other calls to make.”
He turned to go, when Alex. detained him a moment.
“Who were the people you were with just now,—the old couple and the
girl?”
Amy and Ruth were both talking to Craig, who answered, hurriedly and
very low:
“Why, don’t you know Joel Pledger and his wife? I thought everybody knew
him. The girl is their grand-niece, come to see the city for a few
days;—beautiful, isn’t she?—and now I really must go. Good-by again.”
He was gone, and Alex. sat down, disappointed and annoyed that he had
learned so little. Craig had said Joel Pledger, but Alex. understood him
_Old_ Pledger, and he repeated to himself “Old Pledger! as if that would
tell me who he is, or as if I cared. It’s the girl whose name I want.
Why couldn’t he have told it instead of saying their grand-niece from
the country and that she was beautiful? Of course she is. Anybody can
see that. Old Pledger! That’s a good name for him; I don’t believe
though, that the girl is a Pledger. The name don’t suit her. I wonder
how I can find out who she is, and why need Craig have been in such an
awful hurry. Old Pledger! That don’t sound as if he thought a great deal
of him. Well, he’s only her great-uncle.”
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