Waldemar sauntered off alone, arm in arm, and waited in Mrs.
Waldemar's hammock until David appeared.
And David did not see anything wonderful in the dark, deep eyes at
all,--they looked downright wicked to him. He took Carol away
hurriedly, and questioned her feverishly to find out if Mrs. Waldemar
had put any fresh nonsense into her pretty little head.
Day after day passed by and David began going around the block to avoid
Mrs. Waldemar's hammock. Her advanced thoughts, expressed to him, old
and settled and quite mature, were only amusing. But when she poured
the vials of her emancipation on little, innocent, trusting Carol,--it
was--well, David called it "pure down meanness." She was trying to
make his wife dissatisfied with her environment, with her life, with
her very husband. David's kindly heart swelled with unaccustomed fury.
Carol always assured him that she didn't believe the things Mrs.
Waldemar said,--it was interesting, that was all, and curious, and gave
her new things to think about. And minister's families must be broad
enough to make Christian allowance for all.
But, curiously enough, she grew genuinely fond of Mrs. Waldemar. And
Mrs. Waldemar, in gratitude for the girlish affection of the little
manse lady, left David alone.
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