Isn't it good of him to have bought it without saying a
word! And there are heaps of dresses and robes and--and everything! A
complete trousseau, Ann, dear--think of it! I wonder how he knew my
size--"
"Oh, I just guessed it, my dear," answered Ravenslee in the voice of a
much experienced husband.
Hermione gasped, and turning, stared at him wide-eyed, seeing only him,
conscious only of him. Lifting Hazel to the floor, he seated himself
upon her bed and, crossing his legs, eyed her flushed loveliness with a
matter-of-fact air. "Really," he continued, "I don't see that it needs
any alteration; perhaps the sleeves might be a trifle shorter--show a
little more arm. But those flounces and things are perfect! I hope all
the other things fit as well?"
Hermione flushed deeper still and caught her breath.
"Oh, Hermy," said a soft, pleading little voice, "won't you see me,
please?"
Hermione started, her long lashes drooped suddenly, and then--then,
forgetful of costly lace, of dainty ruffles and ribbons, she was on her
knees and had the child close in her arms.
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