Maynard.
"Now, Frederick, don't leave us like this! You know we will need money
to fit out the girls, and then you _must_ have some idea of when Anne
can expect them in Denver," hurriedly said Mrs. Maynard as her husband
crossed the room to leave.
"Daddy, I don't want another thing to wear; I've got so many things now
that it makes me tired to keep changing to suit the thousand and one
occasions," declared Eleanor, running after her father to kiss him
good-by.
"Nolla! I declare you will never grow up! Pray _walk_ like a lady when
you cross a room, won't you?" complained Barbara.
Eleanor smiled up at her father and he pinched her thin cheek as he
stooped to kiss her. Then, he waved his hand at the others and left the
room. Once outside the door and safely out of hearing he chuckled to
himself.
"Bob pictures a gay resort with troops of male admirers to play tennis
and dance away the hours with. She is thinking of dress to captivate
her 'moths,' but Nolla is thinking of the rural pleasures she has heard
me describe to her. If Bob knew the truth, she'd never go, and poor
little Nolla would lose the most wonderful opportunity of her young
life. I'd best not prejudice Bob or mother, but just pay the bills for
finery and whims and bide my time."
Soon after arriving at his bank-office he sent a message to Anne
Stewart at Denver, advising her to engage the rooms at the Brewster
home.
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