Part 16 (2/2)
”Miss Fannie?” he caught step with her.
”Oh!--why good morning.” She was delightfully cordial.
”Did you want to see me?” he asked. ”Mr. Ravenel thought you did.”
Fannie raised her brows and laughed.
”Why, really, Mr. Ravenel oughtn't to carry his thinking to such an excess. Still, I'm not sorry for the mistake--unless you are.” She glanced at him archly. ”Come on,” she softly added, ”I do want to see you.”
XX.
FANNIE SUGGESTS
”Don't look so gruesome.” She laughed.
John walked stiffly, frowned, and tried to twist the down on his upper lip. When only fenced and gardened dwellings were about them she spoke again.
”John, I'm unhappy.”
”You, Miss Fannie?”
”Yes. As I pa.s.sed you, you were standing right where you fell five years ago. For three days I've been thinking how deep in debt to you I've been ever since, and--how I've disappointed you.”
The youth made no answer. He felt as if he would give ten years of his life to kneel at her feet with his face in her hands and whisper, ”Pay me a little love.” She laid her arm on her cottage gate, turned her face away, and added,
”And now you're disappointing me.”
”I've got a right to know how, Miss Fannie, haven't I?”
Fannie's averted face sank lower. Suddenly she looked fondly up to him and nodded. ”Come, sit on the steps a minute”--she smiled--”and I'll pick you a rose.”
She skipped away. As she was returning her father came out.
”Why, howdy, Johnnie--Fan, I reckon I'll go to the office.”
”You promised me you wouldn't!”
”Well, I'm better since I took some quinine. How's y' father, Johnnie?”
”Sir? Oh, she's not very well. She craves acids, and--Oh!--Father? he's very--I ain't seen him in a right smart while, sir. He's been sort o'
puny for----”
”Sorry,” said the General, and was gone.
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