Here is my book, and the list is
on the last pages, so you have no excuse to forget one of the articles,
papa," and she slipped the little book inside his vest-pocket.
"Glad to have your company, Traverse. How long do you stay?"
"Well, I am not particular to a day or two. I expect to be ready to return
on Friday."
"And this is Monday; well, we can arrange to return together, so, Dexie,
you can make your mind easy. Your old dad will have someone to look after
him both ways."
"That is very nice. Take good care of him, Mr. Traverse," and she gave him
her hand as he said good-bye.
Her father bent his head and kissed her, saying playfully:
"Now, don't run off with the gardener, or do any other dreadful thing while
I am gone, and I will try and get your commissions filled, even to the box
of chocolates."
They stepped on the cars, and with the usual ear-splitting shriek the train
moved away, leaving Dexie on the platform looking after them. The two men
stood at the rear door and waved a farewell, and Dexie returned home, never
thinking that she had seen her father well and strong for the last time.
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