"Or Darby and Joan," Cope continued. "Not that I'm defending that poor
creature, whoever she was. They seem to be a pretty staid, steady-going
couple."
"Don't," said Medora. "Too many ideas are worse than too few. They confuse
one."
And Amy Leffingwell, who had seemed willing to admire him, now looked at
him with an air of plaintive protest.
"'Darby and Joan'!" muttered Hortense into a sumach bush. "You might as
well call them Jack and Jill!"
"They're Pelleas and Melisande," declared Mrs. Phillips, in a tone of
finality. "Thank you so much," she said, with a smile that reinstated Cope
after a threatened lapse from favor.
11
_COPE ENLIVENS THE COUNTRY_
As they drew near the house they heard the tones of a gramophone. This
instrument rested flatly on a small table and took the place of a piano,
which would have been a fearful thing to transport from town and back. It
was jigging away merrily enough, with a quick, regular rhythm which
suggested a dance-tune; and when the party re-entered the big room it was
seen that a large corner of the center rug was still turned back.
Impossible that anybody could have been dancing on the Sabbath; surely
everybody understood that the evangelical principles of Churchton were
projected on these occasions to the dunes.
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