"Well, she--I--I didn't do anything. She's down on him. She--"
"Oh, Effie, would I say anything if it wasn't for your own good?"
"You--you were down on him from the start!"
"Effie darling, you must be mad! Would I say anything if it wasn't for
our girl's good to--"
"I--oh, Mamma Hat, I'm sorry, darling! I never meant a word. I didn't! I
didn't, darling!"
They embraced there in the shrouding darkness, the tears flowing.
"Oh, Effie--Effie!"
"I didn't mean one word I said, darling! I just get nasty like that
before I know it. I didn't mean it!"
"My own Effie!"
"My darling Mamma Hat!"
In the shadow of a flowering shrub Mr. Goldstone stood by, mopping. Mrs.
Goldstone took the small face between her hands, peering down into it.
"Effie, Effie, don't let--"
Just beyond the enclosing hedge, a motor-car drew up, honking, at the
curb, two far-flung paths of light whitening the street and a disused
iron negro-boy hitching-post. Miss Goldstone reared back.
"That's him!"
"Effie!"
"Let me go, dearie; let me go!"
"But, Effie--"
"Say, Hattie, I don't want to butt in, but it don't hurt the child
should go riding a little while out by Delmar Garden--a man that can
handle a car like Leon Kessler.
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