Trif and Trixy: A story of a dreadfully delightful little girl and her adoring and tormented parents, relations, and friendsHabberton, John
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Trif and Trixy: A story of a dreadfully delightful little girl and her adoring and tormented parents, relations, and friends
Habberton, John
Girls -- Fiction
Jermyn soon ceased to feel provoked. One of the duties of a soldier
is to endure anything that may lead to desirable ends. It, therefore,
came to pass within an hour that Jermyn assured himself that to make
himself interesting and useful to two young women like Kate and Fenie
was sufficient compensation for any teasing which his comrades might
impose in the future. His feelings must have expressed themselves in
his face, for a lull in the conversation was improved by Trixy, who
said:
"Say, Mr. Jermyn, ain't you glad that I asked your teacher to let you
out of school?"
Then Jermyn had to explain; so did Trixy, and the ladies had to feel
very uncomfortable.
CHAPTER IX.
MISPLACED CONFIDENCE.
Kate came within a day or two to enjoy the society of Lieutenant Jermyn
so much that she did not hesitate to say so plainly to Fenie. True, she
said it half as a test, to be applied to Fenie's own feelings, but as
the girl listened without a sign of jealousy, and even looked pleased,
Kate was so well satisfied with the situation that she wanted to talk
farther on the subject, and with some one more competent to estimate a
mature man and gentleman at his true value.
She therefore began to discuss Jermyn with Trif, who was so happy over
the change in Fenie's manner that she was quite willing to rejoice and
sympathize with any one about anything. Like any other good woman who
had been compelled to disappoint a good man, she wished she might see
the man made happy by some other good woman, so she wondered whether a
match between Jermyn and Kate might not be possible. Her own married
life was so happy that she profoundly pitied any other woman who was
unmarried yet old enough to know her own mind.
How Trif did long for Phil! If she could see him, only for an hour, to
consult with him about this new and delightful idea that had taken
possession of her.
Undoubtedly he would agree with her, for he always came to her way of
thinking, or she to his, she was not sure which. She had half a mind
to telegraph him to run down to the fort for a day or two; she was
sure his horrid old firm would not miss him greatly during so short an
absence. Then she thought it would be better to write him and ask his
advice.
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