Just the same, I wish he was sitting here in my
place."
"So do I, Charlie," she confessed, with a deep sigh.
"So's you could hate him to your heart's content, eh?" he chaffed.
"Yes," she murmured,--"to my heart's content."
"Well, I've got to get busy," he exclaimed briskly. "Can't sit here
talkin' nonsense to you when there's so much to do. Link Pollock and
Doc and Tintype are waiting for me down at the Tavern. I promised
to hurry back with the car. That reminds me, Alix. We're going to
use your car to go hunting in. I guess you don't mind, do you?"
She spoke to the chauffeur as she got out. "Take Mr. Webster wherever
he wants to go, Ed. I shall not need the car until eleven o'clock
in the morning."
Mrs. Strong was waiting up for her. There was a big fire in the
living-room, and a tray with hot coffee and toast on a table beside
the comfortable chair that had been drawn up near the fender.
Alix dropped wearily into the chair and stretched her booted,
pantalooned legs out in complete relaxation.
"You poor child," cried Mrs. Strong. "You're all done up. My, but
you're white and tired-looking. It's been a terrible strain. Sit
still now and I'll take your hat off for you. Better have your coat
and boots off, too, dear. Hilda will have a hot bath ready for you
whenever you're ready to--"
"I suppose you know they've found her, Auntie? In the river.
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