Three days had dragged past and nothing had been heard from him.
Nothing probably would be heard from him! The Colonel wanted to feel
victorious, but he did! not. Instead, he cast anxious and sympathetic
glances at the back of his daughter's head, and surreptitiously wiped
his small snub nose on the corner of his red-bordered handkerchief.
He had a good mind to give up his trip to Virginia! To be sure, he had
looked forward for months to celebrating Founders' Day at the old
college. If it weren't for seeing all the old boys, he would stay at
home. By George! the little girl came first; he would stay at home
anyhow!
"Those gloves," he burst out by way of breaking the news; "the thin
ones I told you to mend. Well, you needn't mend them."
"I haven't," said Miss Lady, "but I'll do it now."
"Needn't mind. Won't need 'em. Fact is, I ain't going."
"Yes you are," said Miss Lady, adding inconsequently, "Why not?"
"Needed here at home. Roads washed out, everything out of fix. Decided
to stay at home." Miss Lady wheeled from the window where she had been
tracing the raindrops on the pane, and made a rush for him,
establishing herself on his lap, as far as one could establish oneself
on such a perpendicular surface.
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