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
"My dear girl!" exclaimed Trif. "I beg a thousand pardons. Let me
see; what can I do? I don't see what, except to caution Trixy very
carefully; and as she is the most conscientious little thing in the
world, and----"
"And the leakiest," added Kate.
"Be quiet, Kate! I won't have the dear child maligned. She never tells
anything she is ordered not to--unless she is asked. I shall tell her
that she will make great unhappiness for two people who love her dearly
if she says anything to anybody about anything which she has heard
or--ahem!--seen this evening. Of course, no one will question her, for
no one has any reason to suspect anything, and, of course, nothing in
the manner of either of you will give any ground for curiosity."
"'Twould be awful--simply too awful," moaned Kate, "if anyone should
learn what has happened on so short acquaintance. Beside, I'd be the
principal sufferer, whereas it wasn't in the least particular my fault."
"'Twas all your fault, my dear," protested Jermyn. "If you hadn't been
the most incomparable woman in all the world----"
"Please don't forget," interrupted Kate, "that we are not alone."
"I'll take Trixy aside at once," said Trif, "and caution her
thoroughly."
"You will make us everlastingly your debtors," said Jermyn. "Let me
find her for you."
While the young man was absent, the two women talked as rapidly and
earnestly and ecstatically as only women can talk about the most
important event--but one--that can befall one of their sex. Almost
as soon as Jermyn returned with the child, an orderly from the fort
appeared with the word that the officer was wanted at his company
quarters, so Jermyn bade a reluctant adieu, and hurried away.
As he passed through the postern gate of the fort, he met an officer
who seemed to be looking for some one, and who exclaimed:
"Hurry along, old fellow! Every one is waiting impatiently."
"Every one waiting? What has happened?"
"You'll learn in a moment."
"Has some high government official died, and are all the troops at the
fort to attend the funeral?"
"No such bad luck; at any rate, you won't have to go into mourning."
So saying, the officer led Jermyn into the club, where the wondering
man found several officers of his own rank, and all bachelors. As
Jermyn entered, all arose, with glasses in their hands, and one of them
shouted:
"Here's Jermyn!"
"Jermyn!" shouted the others in chorus, after which each man drained
his glass and refilled it. Then some one shouted:
"Hats, off gentlemen! Here's 'Her!'"
"Her!" responded the chorus, and again the glasses were drained.
"What are you fellows talking about?" asked Jermyn, with a savage frown.
"Don't lose your temper, old fellow," said one of the party. "You
know that we're not given to prying into the personal affairs of our
comrades, but this information came to us unsought."
"Not only unsought," said Lieutenant Prewser, "but we did all in our
power to avoid getting it--didn't we, Groston?"
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