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
Success being thus assured, his spirits returned in full force, so that
after he called on Kate Trewman in the afternoon Kate herself hurried
around to the Highwoods to tell them that she had never before found
the Admiral such delightful company, and that evidently there was
nothing like a trip to New York to brighten any one's wits. Trif and
Fenie were mystified, and after Kate's departure they agreed that there
must be something in advancing years that made men variable in spite of
themselves.
The Admiral lay in wait for Jermyn, who was to dine with him that
evening after returning from the gun-proving grounds, and he tormented
the young man so unmercifully about the letter that Jermyn wished he
had dined alone. The Admiral could afford to be playful, for was he not
sure of getting at least one of the pictures?
The next morning bright and early he called for Trixy and her
scrap-book, and gallantly insisted upon relieving her of the weight
of the book itself; with the precious volume in his hand he felt as
if the stock certificates were already in his possession. He hurried
the child to his hotel, heartlessly passing several candy shops and
two soda-water places, until some pointed remarks brought him to a
proper sense of the courtesies due to very young ladies who walk with
gentlemen of mature years.
Trixy's tongue, never inactive for many moments at a time, was entirely
loosened by the gratifying flavors imparted to it by the Admiral's
kindness, so its owner soon began to talk of the two subjects which
were uppermost in home conversation.
"Say," she asked, "Mr. Jermyn don't have to be killed until there is a
war, does he?"
"No indeed, my dear, nor even if there should be a war. What put so
dreadful an idea into your head?"
"Oh, only that mamma says it would be so dreadful when Miss Trewman
loves him so much. Besides, mamma says it would be dreadful hard in
another way, 'cause the Trewmans ain't rich. They used to be, but their
father lost a lot of money in business a few years ago, and papa says
he hasn't got it back yet."
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