Plaisted this morning, will you send or bring him up to
dinner; but don't say that I told you to ask him?"
"Well, what's in the wind now? I thought you did not care for Mr.
Plaisted's society," regarding her intently.
"An invitation to dinner does not mean that I have changed my opinion of
him, does it? He has been quite unbearable, so I'm going to 'heap coals of
fire on his head.'"
The roguish gleam in her eyes, and the smile she could not conceal, made
her father think that there was more in the invitation than he understood,
and he surmised that the "coals of fire" were not absolutely figurative.
"All right! I'll see that he gets the invitation. What shall I order for
dinner?"
"Nothing, papa; I have everything ready for our expected guest, so don't
let him disappoint me."
"Hum-m! there's something up, sure enough; though I can't see through it
yet," he said to himself as he walked thoughtfully away.
"So far, so good," said Dexie, _sotto voce_. "How I wish I could have seen
Shadrach when he opened his valentine this morning!"
Dexie would have felt satisfied that her shaft had struck home had she seen
Plaisted when he had "taken in" the contents of his valentine.
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