The Washington critic. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1885-1888, 1885-08-28

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want TO see If she viii go with me over
10 the gardeners
Indeed, do not know; I have not
seen her for an hour or two | made
reply.
"llclcn, think we have all been
mistaken i'm regard to ST. John and Miss
Reed. He quietly limited last night
while out on the piazza smoking that
he would ike u mistress for his house,
and that If he could by any means in
ducc certain little lady not far from
the house to come over he would be
very happy.
"As politely told him u good while
ago that this October would see you
Mrs. Tom Morris, | suppose it is the
little Dot he means and, leaving me
to gather up my scattered ideas, he de.
parts.
Oh, dear, whereas Dot2 If shcwcrc
here | could surely find out what she
thinks of Mr.. st. John.
AS If in answer to this she comes
bounding in all out of breath, and,
sinking into an easy chair, exhibits Il
foot bercft of slipper.
Where in the world have you been,
and where is your slipper" | cNclaim,
thinking the child has suddenly lost
her senses
Down in the cherry trees, miss, is
the answer TO your first question; and
Mr.. ST. John has my slipper, is the an.
swer TO your last, - and then, as if she
had controlled Il laugh as long rs she
could, peal after peal rcsounds through
The room.
Now, I'll tell you all about it," she
says, puckcring up her mouth aud say
ing "pruncs" before she begins She
had told me before this that Miss
Reed, who scarcely ever got beyond u
smile, always looked as If she said
pruncs TO keep her mouth straight.
81 climbed up into the cherry tree to
read, and to eat few cherries, of
course, and just as got fairly settled
what should my old slipper do but slip
off my foot and fall clear down. In.
deed, | actually thought it was going to
search for the root of that tree, but it
took notion TO stop on the grass, and
as thought 1t was safe there until
came down didn't 90 after it, but, oh
dear, ! wish ! had, for Mr. St. John
came along little while after and
picked it up and looked at 1t SO closely
that thought he would ask ii where
its mate was, and then il would surely
have pointed up the tree.
"lle says i guess she has been sit
ting reading here, with her slipper off,
and has gone home without it, though
how she could have forgotten il is u
mystery to me-
81 know he meant Miss Reed, and
now what will do, for he put it in his
pocket, and when he goes to give it to
her she will say that it doesn't belong
TO her, and lie will find out that
climbed that tree, and, dear, dear, |
wish | was home"
] can see that Dot has no suspicion
in regard TO Mr.. st. Johns feelings
toward her, and haven't the heart to
cnlightcn her on the subject.
And now, how do you like me ?"
says Dot that evening. 'Tis the only
time she has worn the light-bluc silk,
and know she will be eclipsed by none
at the party.
You look pretty well, dear" |
make reply, strengthening a loop here
| and a ilOunce there, the better to feast
my eyes upon her remarkable beauty,
| 4 T.
The music has begun and see Rod
ney st. John take my sister into the
conservatory, | can do nothing else but
wait. An hour passes before they APP
pear, but know from the shy look in
Dots eyes and the proud look on Mr..
ST. Johns face that it has all been set
tied to their satisfaction.
"And to think" says Dot to me,
when we went to our room, "it was !
he was talking about under the tree,
and thought ii was Miss Reed; but she
is engaged to Il cousin OF his, and that S
what makes her SO fond of Rodney. =
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