I would never
hear the last of it if Gussie got hold of it, and there is a reason why I
want everyone to suppose that everything is as it used to be."
"Well, you can trust me, little girl; but I say again, I cannot see the
point."
"And I hope you will not get particularly sharp-sighted all at once,
either, papa," she replied, shaking her finger at him; "so don't you go
spying into my little affairs, until I give you liberty. Dear papa, there
is nothing to tell; when there is, you shall hear it the first thing," and
she stooped again and kissed his cheek.
"But why does not Traverse come here as usual, Dexie?" he asked.
"Perhaps he will tell you if you ask him, papa," and hearing her mother
call, she left the room.
During the afternoon, a little note found its way into Guy Traverse's hand;
but the smallest word from the hand that penned those lines was very dear,
and he raised it to his lips, then put it in a hidden corner of his
pocket-book.
Guy felt that he was indeed welcome when he made his appearance in Mr.
Sherwood's room that evening, for Mr. Sherwood received him with such
expressions of pleasure that it needed but the quick, bright glance that
Dexie gave him to assure him that his presence was welcome to both.
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