"Oh! how poetic!" and Gussie laughed heartily. "She must be, like Dexie,
also, the housekeeper of the family, or at least the eldest daughter in
it."
"Why, I thought you were twins, Miss Gussie," said Mr. Traverse, in
surprise.
"Well, so we are as to age, but Dexie is years older than I am in other
things. She has left the vanities and other worldly things behind her years
ago."
"I wish you could see the fine affair that Dexie works at when she sits up
with me at night. Where is it, Dexie? Bring it out and let us all have a
look at it," said Mr. Sherwood, who had listened in silence to the
discussion, and did not wish Traverse to think that Dexie was ignorant of
this particularly feminine employment.
"Oh! never mind it just now, papa; I would rather not show it," she
replied. But seeing that she had somehow disappointed him, she added, with
a smile, "Wait till it is done, papa. It is not easy to judge the looks of
an unfinished piece of work. Perhaps I will be able to finish it in time to
make it a wedding present to Mr. Traverse." Traverse looked at her with
such a happy smile on his face that she made some excuse to turn her chair
about, and her fingers trembled so she could scarcely guide the needle.
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