Bending over Nina he waited
like Edith while she scanned Richard curiously, and then replied,
"Never, UNLESS YOU ARE THE ONE THAT DID IT--are you?"
"Did what?" asked Richard, and while Nina hesitated, Arthur
replied, "She has a fancy that somebody made her crazy."
"Not I, oh, no, not I, poor little dove. I did not do it, sure,"
and Richard smoothed the yellow curls resting on his knee.
"Who was it, then?" persisted Nina. "He was tall, like you, and
dark and handsome, wasn't he Arthur? You know--you were there?"
and she turned appealingly to the young man, whose heart beat so
loudly as to be plainly audible to himself.
"It was Charlie Hudson, perhaps," suggested Edith, and Arthur
mentally blessed her for a remark which turned the channel of
Nina's thoughts, and set her to telling Richard how Charlie cried
when he saw her through the iron bars, wearing that queer-looking
gown.
"I danced for him with all my might," she said, "and sang so loud,
for I thought it would make him laugh as it did the folks around
me, but he only cried the harder.
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