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
"Why, that you're bein' nice to Mr. Jermyn. Mamma and Aunt Fee
have been talkin' about you all day, and hopin' you wouldn't be a
fool--that's what they said; I never say such things about a lady--no
indeed! Say, you're engaged, aren't you? 'Cause----"
"Take the package to your mother, Trixy, and let her open it for you,"
said Jermyn quickly. "Miss Trewman, please don't hurry away; do take my
arm again, just for a moment; thank you. I merely wished to say--shall
we walk a moment?--to say that our friends seem to take unusual
interest in us; interest of a kind which I'm sure neither of us has
said a word to justify."
"Not a word, I'm sure," assented Kate.
"But I can't endure," continued Jermyn rapidly, "to risk, merely
through the prattle of a child, the most delightful friendship I ever
made. Last night I said to you--but why repeat it? I've no right to
expect you to endure any annoyance, for my sake, but if you chance to
like me as much as last night you let me think you do, can't we afford
to make light of such chatter as that provoking child may inflict upon
us? Good men are plentiful--better men than I; but to me there is only
one woman in all the world, and I can't bear the thought of giving
up hope of her until she herself commands me. I assure you that I am
entirely in earnest."
"I couldn't suspect you of flirting," said Kate, softly.
"Thank you," said Jermyn, pressing closely to his side the little hand
which was trembling on his arm. "I won't ask you for any promises,
except that you will allow yourself to become well acquainted with me.
You are with friends who love you dearly, and one of them knows me of
old. There can be nothing to cause embarrassment between us, except----"
"Except Trixy?" interrupted Kate, with a silvery laugh.
"Bless you for laughing about it!" said Jermyn, earnestly. "If you can
continue to do so, then----"
"One can get accustomed to almost anything," said Kate, with another
laugh, although why she laughed she was sure she did not know.
"If 'can' could mean 'will,' and if I could be 'anything'--" said
Jermyn. He did not complete the sentence, so Kate looked shyly up at
him. They had walked so far that they were beyond the lights of the
hotel, but the girl could see that her companion's face, always strong
and earnest, seemed intently fixed upon something far ahead. They had
walked all the way to the little lighthouse, and just beyond it, and
there are few darker places than the base of a lighthouse. The darkness
gave Kate courage, so she whispered:
"It shall mean 'will,' if you wish it so."
"Heaven bless you!" Then--what strange influences there are in
darkness!--Jermyn threw his arms about Kate and kissed her.
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