She sighed as she rose from her chair and picked up the book that
still lay on the floor, but she had lost all interest in the story; so she
threw it carelessly on the table and went downstairs to await the coming of
the rest, her thoughts still busy over the problems that Hugh's unexpected
visit had aroused.
Dexie found that the party had not improved Gussie's temper, for she came
home with many complaints as to how she had been neglected.
"I wish you had gone," she said spitefully to Dexie. "I was sick and tired
of hearing people ask where you were, and why you had not come, and there
was not a soul there that I cared to talk to, even Mr. McNeil disappeared,
no one knows where."
Dexie colored slightly as her father regarded her curiously; no further
mention was made of the matter at the time. Mr. Sherwood, however, was not
surprised when, a short time after, someone came behind him, and, with arms
around his neck, confessed in his ear that "Mr. McNeil had been in to see
her, but had come in through the attic, because he was not allowed in by
the door, and that they had quarrelled a little, but parted friends," and
ended by asking him "not to tell mamma, for fear Gussie might get hold of
it.
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