As soon as Guy was beyond hearing, Gussie's ill-humor found vent. She did
not see why Dexie should leave her work to go about the country with young
men, and Traverse must have regretted his invitation when he caught sight
of Dexie's ridiculous figure, her dress to the top of her boots and a
sun-bonnet that would disgrace a country-woman! But one never knew what
Dexie would do next. Awhile ago she could scarcely speak a civil word to
Mr. Traverse, but now that she knows he expects to be married, her manner
is just the reverse. Reproaches like these fell on Mr. Sherwood's ears
unheeded, but a kindly smile lit up his face when Dexie made her
appearance, looking as dainty as if right out of a band-box, and as she
drew on her gloves a handsome buggy drove up to the door.
Giving her father a hasty kiss, she whispered:
"I wish you were able to go in my place," then ran down the steps, and a
few minutes later the high-spirited horse carried them out of sight.
They did not return for some hours, and Dexie enjoyed the little excursion
exceedingly; she was grieved to find on her return that her father had
spent a very sick day, and she regretted leaving him for her own pleasure.
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