Who am I, that I should keep you hidden
away in my little old brick house?"
She turned and caught up a long gauzy scarf of white silk with heavy
fringed ends. She drew it lightly about her shoulders, veiling the
delicate flesh from his sight. Then she flung one end of the scarf up
over her head and face, and came toward him, her dark eyes showing
mistily through the drapery, her lips smiling.
"I'm not sure I don't like being guarded by my Turk, Red," she said.
"And--about the frock." She came closer still, standing before him with
downbent head, and speaking low, through the veiling, silken gauze.
"Please don't mind about that. I'm going to leave it behind with
Charlotte. I shall not care to wear it. When next May comes I hope I
shall be wearing only simple frocks that--little hands can't spoil!"
With a low ejaculation he tore off the scarf, seizing her head in both
his hands and gently forcing her face upward that he might look into it.
For a minute his eyes questioned hers, then--
"And you're happy about it?" he asked of her breathlessly.
"I was never so happy in my life.... O Red--are you so glad as that?"
"I think I've been waiting for that all my life," confessed Red Pepper
Burns.
THE END
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OTHER BOOKS BY GRACE S. RICHMOND
Red Pepper Burns
Strawberry Acres
Brotherly House
A Court of Inquiry
On Christmas Day in the Morning
On Christmas Day in the Evening
Round the Corner in Gay Street
With Juliet in England
The Indifference of Juliet
The Second Violin
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