Sherwood, smiling, in spite of himself at the way Dexie had announced her
surrender.
"Come into our house as soon as you can, Dexie," Cora called after her
retreating figure. "We want you for something."
What a feeling of relief her arrival caused! They had scarcely realized how
great was the tension until their anxiety was removed. But all seemed to
breathe more freely, and the preparations for the concert went briskly on.
Dexie threw off her wraps in the hall, and followed her father into the
sitting-room, where Aunt Jennie sat waiting.
"You are back, my dear," was the aunt's quiet greeting.
"Yes, auntie, and ready to eat all the humble pie you have prepared for
me."
"I have prepared none, my dear, but I am pleased to see that you are ready
and willing to eat some. Your father has passed a miserable time waiting
for your appearance."
"Poor papa!" and Dexie threw her arms around his neck. "How horrid I have
been, to be sure. Now, lay on the stripes easy, and I'll promise not to do
so any more," and she playfully held out her hand.
"You had better not, you little tyrant," drawing her to him.
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