She sat perfectly still during
the lengthy recital.
"And to think--" she began, but checked the words in time. "Oh,
what fools we have been, Charlie!"
"Anyhow," said Charlie, divining her thoughts, "there's a good deal
to be said for that saying, 'All's well that ends well.' I've been
thinking what a difference there is in men. Now, take for instance
David Strong. Just stack him up alongside this slick, smooth-talking--"
"Oh, Charlie!" It was almost a wail.
He took her hand in one of his and gently patted it with the other.
"I guess you'd kind of like to see Davy for a change, wouldn't you,
Alix?"
She caught her breath sharply, as if in pain.
"Now, there's a feller," went on Charlie after a moment, "that's
all wool and a yard wide. He--"
"Good night, Charlie," she broke in abruptly. "Thank you for coming
to meet me. You--you are the best, the dearest man in the world.
I--"
"You needen't thank me for standin' up for Davy Strong. That's what
you're really thankin' me for, you know," said he. "I've always
loved that boy, Alix." She pressed his hand. "That's good!" he
cried fervently. "I love him so much I wish he was sitting right
here where I'm sitting now. I'll bet he'd be the happiest feller
in all--Well, so long, Alix. You've had a hard day. I won't make
it any worse for you by talking about David Strong. I know how
much you hate him.
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