"Sam," she said, "if you don't stop being so foolish, I won't let you
come and see me,"
"Am I a nuisance about my drama?" he asked with alarm.
"Not about your drama," she said significantly; but Sam was too happy
to draw any unflattering deductions.
When old Mr. Wright discovered that his stratagem of keeping his
grandson late Sunday evenings had not checked the boy's acquaintance
with Mrs. Richie, he tried a more direct method. "You young ass! Can't
you keep away from that house? She thinks you are a nuisance!"
"No, grandfather," Sam assured him earnestly, "she doesn't. I asked
her, and she said--"
"Asked her?" roared the old man, "Do you expect a female to tell the
truth?" And then he swore steadily for a minute. "I'll have to see
Lavendar," he said despairingly.
But Mr. Wright's cause was aided by some one stronger than Dr.
Lavendar. Helena's attention was so fixed on the visitor who was
coming to the Stuffed Animal House that Sam's conversation ceased to
amuse her. Those little night-drawers on which she pricked her fingers
interested her a thousand times more than did his dramatic visions.
They interested her so much that sometimes she could almost forget
that Lloyd Pryor's visit was delayed. For though it was the first of
May, he had not come again. "I am so busy," he wrote; "it is
impossible for me to get away. I suppose David will have his sling all
ready for me when I do arrive?"
Helena was sitting on the porch with her clumsy needlework when Sarah
brought her the letter, and after she had read it, she tore it up
angrily.
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