Frontier and pioneer life -- Southern States -- Fiction; Love stories; Mountain people -- Southern States -- Fiction
"You said 'chances' yourself, mamma."
"Certainly, but that is for me to consider. You must remember that it
was you who refused to have your coming out last year."
"I didn't want my good times cut short then, mamma, and have to take up
proprieties--or at least I would have had to be dreadfully proper for a
while, anyway--and now--why I have to be naturally; and here I am unable
to come out for another year yet and my hair streaming down my back all
the time. I'm sure I can't see how my chances are in the least improved
by it all; and by that time I shall be so old."
"Oh, you will be quite young enough," said David.
"You occupy a far different position now, child. To make your début as
Lady Laura will give you quite another place in the world. Your
headstrong postponement, fortunately, will do no harm. It will make your
introduction to the circle where you are eventually to move, much
simpler."
Laura lifted her eyebrows and glanced from her mother to her brother.
"Very well, mamma, but one thing you might as well know now. I shan't
drop some of my friends--if being Lady Laura lifts me above them as high
as the moon. I like them, and I don't care."
She whistled, and a beautiful, silken-haired setter crept from under the
sofa whereon she had been sitting, and wriggled about after the manner
of guilty dogs.
"Laura, dear!"
"Yes, mamma, I've been hiding him with my skirts by sitting there. He
was bad and followed me in. We've been out riding together." She stroked
his silken coat with her riding crop. "Mamma won't allow him in here,
and he jolly well knows it. Bad Zip, bad, sir! Look at him. Isn't he
clever? I must go and dress for dinner. Mamma wants you to herself, I
know, and Mr. Stretton will be here soon. You can't think, David, how
glad I am we have you back! You couldn't think it from my way--but I
am--rather! It's been awful here--simply awful, since the boys all
left."
Again her eyes filled with quick tears, and she dashed out with the dog
bounding about her and leaping up to thrust his great tongue in her
face. "You are too big for the house, Zip. Down, sir!" In an instant she
was back, putting her tousled head in at the door.
"David, when mamma is finished with you, come out and see my dogs. I
have five already, and Nancy is going to litter soon. Calkins is to take
them into the country to-morrow, for they are just cooped up here." She
withdrew, and David heard her heavy-soled shoes clatter down the long
halls. He and his mother smiled as they listened, looking into each
other's eyes.
"She is a dear child, but life means only a good time to her as yet."
"Well, let it. She has splendid stuff in her and is bound to make a
splendid woman."
"She's right, David. It has been awful since your brother left." David
sat beside her and placed his hand on hers. Again it was in his mind to
tell her of Cassandra, and again he was stopped by the tenor of her next
remark. "You see how it is, my son; Laura can't understand, but you
will."
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