There is a new book of poems, and a late New York paper,"
said she presently, feeling that she must say something. "They will help to
pass away the time."
But Guy Traverse had no intention of passing his time over reading-matter,
something of a more personal nature was in hand. Dexie was determined she
would not be the first to break the silence, and the ticking of the clock
was the only sound heard for some time.
"And so my attentions are obnoxious, Miss Dexie? I was grieved to hear
that, when I wished them to be the opposite."
The words, low and tender, brought painful heart-throbs to Dexie's bosom,
but she hastily answered:
"You said they should not be so in the future; so please say no more on the
subject," and glad to escape from his earnest gaze, she rose and looked
into her father's room.
Finding him quietly sleeping, she soon returned, and folding up her
finished work, laid aside the basket, then brought from a drawer a frame
containing the delicate piece of needlework her father referred to, and
began to pass the needle back and forth. Presently Guy came over to her
side, and stood looking down at the work in her hands; then said with a
smile:
"Is this the fine wedding present you are going to give me, Dexie?"
"I was not in earnest when I spoke, but I will not go back from my word, if
you think it will be acceptable," was the low reply.
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