Catholics -- United States -- Fiction; Love stories; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
“Not long,” said Rodney. “But I know her well; she’s that frank sort
that hasn’t a thing to hide; fearless, straight, boyish, but not
tom-boyish--get the idea? I’m perfectly sure you’ll like her beyond
anything. I’ll bring her around this evening; she’s at the Head. You
can let her see the room, arrange terms, give her a look over with your
eagle eye--and the thing’s done! I’d like her in the house, of course;
she’s the kind of girl that is like a nice sister, chummy, helpful, if
you get me? But for her own sake I want her here, where you’ll give her
just what she needs in every way. I’ll bring her around; I told her I’d
see her after dinner to-night.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” declared Miss Gallatin. “You told me
you had tickets for the theatricals. Isn’t Gertrude Davenport in ’em?
Forgotten all about it? Met this new girl for the first time to-day,
I’ll wager! She must be something of a cyclone! You needn’t bring her
around, Mr. G. Rodney Moore; I’m not going to let my vacant room to
her, whether all you say of her is true, or whether it isn’t!”
“You’re not willing so much as to show it to her? To meet her? Strange
way to act, Miss Gallatin! I am justified in resenting it,” said
Rodney with dignity.
“Nothing of the sort!” cried Miss Gallatin briskly. “Don’t have
theatricals here; better go to them. She may be a nice girl, but the
nicer she is the more reason for keeping her out of the same house
where the young man boards whom she got acquainted with, dear knows
how! I wouldn’t consider taking her, not if every room but yours was
vacant! So that’s settled.”
“She is a fine girl, I tell you! She’s not exactly pretty, but she has
the sort of face you like to watch, and her hair is a wonder; loads
of bright coppery red hair, and she is full of jolly, kiddish fun,
straight and good. I respect her like everything. Good gracious, Miss
Gallatin, I’m over thirty; do you suppose I don’t know a nice girl when
I see one and talk to her unreservedly? I respect Miss Adair as much
as I admire her!” cried Rodney, surprised later on to find how much he
cared about the defence of Cicely.
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