"
"Are you so wrapped up, heart and soul, in Lancy Gurney, that you cannot
spare a moment to anybody else?" said Hugh, angrily.
"Certainly!" Dexie replied, with flashing eyes, "and since you are going to
be so disagreeable, Mr. McNeil, I guess I will leave you," and she joined a
group near the table.
"Where is Lancy, that he is not here to arrange about this picnic, said
Fred Beverly to Cora Gurney, who was sitting by the table.
"Couldn't say. He promised to come in to-night."
"Listen! isn't that Lancy at the piano?" said Maud Harrington, as a sound
of music in staccato style reached their ears. "How plainly you can hear it
through the walls!"
There was a hush for a minute, when Dexie said as naturally as if it were
the most ordinary thing in the world,
"Yes, that is Lancy's call; he wants me for something. Will you excuse me,
friends, for a little while, till I see what is wanted?"
Looks were interchanged amongst some of the young people, and, hoping to
make Dexie feel vexed, Gussie said, "Lancy Gurney has only to whistle, and
Dexie will run like a dog at a call."
But Dexie took it all in good part, saying, with a smile: "Well, even a
faithful dog is not a despised creature, you know, and it is something to
know that Lancy will not whistle for anyone else while I am around," and
turning at the door she added, "In case I do not come back, let me say you
can count on me for anything I can do towards the success of the picnic.
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