"And that," ended Cope rather stridently, as he rose to go on the flood of
a sudden yet unexpected success, "is Why the Sassafras----"
"Why the Sassafras has Three Kinds of Leaves!" cried Medora in triumph.
Mittens for midsummer made no difficulty.
Cope gave Carolyn careful thanks for her support at the piano, and did not
see that she felt he too could be a poet if he only would. He went out of
his way to shake hands with Hortense, and did not realize how nearly a new
quarrel had opened. He stepped over to do the like with Amy; but she went
out with him into the hall,--the only one of the party who did,--and even
accompanied him to the front door.
"Thank you so much," she said, looking up into his face smilingly and
holding his hand with a long, clinging touch. "It went beautifully; and
there are others that will go even better."
"Others?" He thought, for an instant, that she was thanking him for his
Legend and was even threatening to regard him as a flowing fount of
invention; but he soon realized that her mind was fixed exclusively on
their duet--if such it was to be called.
"The deuce!" he thought.
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