And then after she had laughed, she remembered that if
he did anything too much--if she went too far--he could speak the
word and send her flying out of fairyland... But he wouldn't do
that. He was ever so much too noble, thank goodness!
"People who are noble, really are a comfort," she said cheerfully,
aloud. "Dr. Hewitt, if you don't mind, my spray of roses got caught
in your coat. Of course, if you really want it----"
He detached the spray with something like a jerk and dropped it down
into her lap.
Really you could hardly blame a man for being annoyed a bit. To have
a gentle, grateful little girl you had nobly helped, suddenly perk
up and turn into something quite different--something dimpling and
impish and provocative--would be disturbing to nearly any man.
John had no means of knowing, of course, that Phyllis had said
anything about Gail Maddox, though he might have remembered, at
least, that Joy had red hair and was likely to have a little of the
fire that goes with it. He looked at her all over again, as if there
was somebody else sitting on the floor where little Joy Havenith had
been--somebody rather surprising. He began to wonder about this
young person, with a distinct interest.
"We've found her!" announced Mrs. Hewitt, much to the surprise of
the three in the dining-room, who had not lost anything.
She and Phyllis came in with a triumphant air, and Angela. Angela
was in Phyllis' arms, and adorably asleep, with her goldy-brown
lashes on her pink cheeks and a look of angelhood in every round,
relaxed curve.
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