Helen with the High Hand; An Idyllic Diversion
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from ... Show synopsis This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ...how-d'ye-do! The chit's as fixed on that there Emanuel Prockter as ever a chit could be! " And yet James had caught the winking with Jos Swetnam during the song! As an enigma, Helen grew darker and darker to him. He was almost ready to forswear his former belief, and to assert positively that Helen had no sense whatever. Mrs. Prockter loomed up, disengaged. " Ah, Mr. Ollerenshaw," she said, " everybody seems to be choosing the garden. Shall we go there? This way." She led him down the side-hall. " By the bye," she murmured, with a smile, " I think our plan is succeeding." And, without warning him, she sat down in the seat, and of course he joined her, and she put her head close to his, evidently in a confidential mood. " Bless us! " he said to himself, apropos of himself and Mrs. Prockter, glancing about for spies. " It's horrid of me to make fun of poor dear Emanuel's singing," pursued Mrs. Prockter. " But how did she take it? If I am not mistaken, she winked." "Her winked," said James; "yes, her winked." " Then everything's all right." " Missis," said he, " if you don't mind what ye're about, you'll have a daughter-in-law afore you can, say ' knife '! " " Not Helen? " " Ay, Helen." 11 But, Mr. Ollerenshaw--" Here happened an. interruption--a servant with a tray of sustenance, comprising more champagne. James, prudent, would have refused, but under the hospitable urgency of Mrs. Prockter he compromised--and yielded. " I'll join ye." So she joined him. Then a string of young people passed the end of the side-hall, and among them was Jos Swetnam, who capered up to the old couple on her long legs. " Oh, Mrs. Prockter," she cried, " what a pity we can't dance on the lawn! " " I wish you could, my dear," said Mrs. Prockter. "And why can't ye?..".