Good
afternoon, Mr. Sherwood, you have made me very happy," and after a cordial
hand-clasp Guy left the house.
"Strange that I never mistrusted that it was Dexie he was after all this
time," thought Mr. Sherwood. "Yet I might have guessed, if I had given it a
thought, for he never asks after Gussie when he calls, and it is always
Dexie he brings home when the girls are out--when she will let him," and he
laughed softly, as he remembered the playful account that Traverse had
given him of the trouble he had in keeping Dexie in sight, and how she had
escaped him sometimes by changing hats with one of her friends at the last
moment, and so bewildering him by her changed appearance that it was hard
to catch her until she was almost home.
"I must find out if she has anything against him; perhaps I can speed the
wooing. She will need a protector soon, brave, independent little woman
though she is."
The entrance of his daughters at this moment put an end to his thoughts,
and led him to notice once more the difference between the twins. Gussie
rushed to her rooms at once to view the purchases afresh, but Dexie quietly
slipped to his chair to see if he was asleep.
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