When
you go home----"
When I should go home, indeed! I had hardly dared to cherish the thought.
I stifled the rising flood of exultation in my breast--but how pale and
interesting I should look! And, then, I would describe Wallencamp to my
own loving friends as it really was, and what a lion they would make of
me! Had they not always lionized my virtuous efforts to the fullest
extent!
My face must have been very happy in the dark. I felt even almost kindly
towards Mr. Rollin. We were at the last door. As we entered the lighted
room, Grandma's broad face began to beam with slow surprise, "Why," said
she; "where's the little no-back cheer?"
Mr. Rollin's resources in such extremities usually bespoke a lifetime of
patient and adroit application, but now he hesitated. The accumulated
glory of years seemed likely to be wrecked on the phantom of a little
no-back chair.
"Moonstruck? Eh, Mr. Rollin?" inquired Harvey Dole.
The fisherman regarded Harvey with a smile of quiet and amused
sufferance.
"Ah! Mrs. Keeler," said he, with a graceful bow in Grandma's direction;
"Mrs. Philander did me the honor when I came in, to ask me to stand up
with the singers at the melodeon; a position which I shall be most happy
to take, although I fear that my vocal powers are of an exceptionally
poor order.
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