His ring at the door was answered by Gussie, and Mr. Sherwood, who was
dozing on his couch, brightened at once as he saw who was the visitor.
"A splendid morning, Traverse," was his greeting. "You are early to-day."
"Yes, I have called to see if you could spare Dexie for a drive with me
this morning."
"Certainly. Gussie, hunt her up."
"Dexie is very busy this morning, papa," Gussie replied, "but I am at
leisure, Mr. Traverse, if you are looking for company."
"Busy, is she?" said Mr. Sherwood; "then go and relieve her, Gussie, for
she has been up half the night and needs a rest," and raising his voice,
called:
"Dexie, Dexie; come here."
Dexie was standing outside the door waiting for this summons, and she
entered the room, her head still enveloped in the enormous sun-bonnet, her
arms bare to the elbow, and her whole appearance proclaiming her a busy
little woman.
"Did you call me, papa?" and she stepped to his side.
The contrast between them was too painful, and Gussie blushed with
embarrassment, and hastily exclaimed:
"Leave the room, Dexie, Mr. Traverse is here."
"Where!" and the scoop-like bonnet was turned in his direction.
Pages:
618
619
620
621
622
623
624
625
626
627
628
629
630
631
632
633
634
635
636
637
638
639
640
641
642