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Chapter 25

           

           Andyet!Andyet!ItwassnowingthefirstlightsnowoftheyearasClyde,arrayedinanewcollapsiblesilkhatandwhitesilkmuffler,bothsuggestedbyafriendlyhaberdasher—OrrinShort,withwhomrecentlyhehadcomeincontacthere—andanewsilkumbrellawherewithtoprotecthimselffromthesnow,madehiswaytowardtheveryinteresting,ifnotsoveryimposingresidenceoftheTrumbullsonWykeagyAvenue.Itwasquaint,lowandrambling,andthelightsbeamingfromwithinuponthemanydrawnblindsgaveitaChristmas-cardeffect.Andbeforeit,evenattheprompthouratwhichhearrived,wererangedahalfdozenhandsomecarsofvariousbuildsandcolors.Thesightofthem,sprinkledontops,runningboardsandfenderswiththefresh,flakysnow,gavehimakeensenseofadeficiencythatwasnotlikelysoontoberemediedinhiscase—thewantofamplemeanswherewithtoequiphimselfwithsuchanecessityasthat.Andinsideasheapproachedthedoorhecouldhearvoices,laughterandconversationcommingled.

           Atall,thinservantrelievedhimofhishat,coatandumbrellaandhefoundhimselffacetofacewithJillTrumbull,whoapparentlywasonthelook-outforhim—asmooth,curly-hairedblondegirl,nottoothrillinglypretty,butbriskandsmart,inwhitesatinwitharmsandshouldersbareandrhinestonesbandedaroundherforehead.

           "Notroubletotellwhoyouare,"shesaidgayly,approachingandgivingClydeherhand."I’mJillTrumbull.MissFinchleyhasn’tcomeyet.

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