Helen, who had a suspicion that she had been sent for on her account,
was very effusive, calling the horse a darling and winding her arms
around its neck, when assured there was no danger. Dido liked to be
petted, and she had it in full measure, from Helen to Uncle Zach, who,
while praising Dido, insisted that if “Virginny had the same trainin’
and the same care she’d of been about as good.” Naturally Mrs. Mason was
the first whom Craig took to drive, then Mrs. Tracy,—and then Mrs.
Taylor, who, Uncle Zach said, looked with her two hundred pounds “as if
she was squashing Craig to death on that narrer seat.” She never went
but once; neither did Mrs. Tracy, and the drives were mostly given up to
Helen and Alice. Craig had intended to take one as often as the other,
but it so happened that Alice went occasionally, and Helen very often.
She needed the exercise, her mother said, and was apt to have a headache
when she missed it, and she looked so beautiful and happy when she came
down the walk to the buggy that Craig always felt glad it was Helen
instead of Alice, and always wondered when he returned why he was more
tired than when he had driven with Alice. Helen fatigued and intoxicated
him, she was so full of spirits and extravagant exclamations of delight
and small talk, to which he could not respond, although he tried to do
so, and felt that she was laughing at him for his awkwardness. And still
he was very happy and proud to have her with him, and, like the foolish
fly, was drawn closer and closer into her net.
With Alice it was different. She was never gushing, nor effusive. She
never laughed up into his face, nor took off her gloves because her
hands were warm and asked him to button them for her when she put them
on, as Helen did. She was quiet and enjoyed everything in a quiet way
and talked of what interested him most,—books, and art, and his college
life. With the one girl he was himself and in his right mind, with the
other he was giddy and dazed; bewitched, his mother thought, as she
watched the progress of affairs, but wisely kept silent, knowing that
interference on her part would be of no avail.
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