"
"Well, stay with me and let us have a quiet 'sing' by ourselves here; that
will be pleasanter than discussing a picnic--shall we?"
When Hugh looked into the door a short time afterwards, he saw nothing that
need have caused such a frown to wrinkle up his manly brow, for Lancy was
only playing a simple ballad, and Dexie was seated in a low rocker some
distance from the piano, her hands clasped behind her head, singing softly,
her whole appearance seeming to suggest rest and contentment. Perhaps that
very suggestion goaded him to bitterness, for why couldn't Dexie be as
contented and happy in his society as in Lancy's?
The picnic came off as planned, and was enjoyed by all excepting Hugh, who,
finding he could not have the companion of his choice, coaxed little
Gracie and Ruth Gurney to go with him, and they willingly consented. But
Gussie looked with angry eyes on the fine turnout, "just wasted on those
little torments," as the light buggy flew past the more sober-going horses
that were bringing up the rear.
She forgot her anger, however, when she returned home and found that Mr.
Plaisted had arrived during their absence.
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