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Title: Dr. Lavendar's people
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Deland, Margaret Wade Campbell, 1857-1945
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Publisher: New York, London, Harper and Brothers
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Boston Public Library

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We couldnt tell, because—^becausepapa would have interfered; but I knew yourdear, kind heart. Mrs. Dilworth, I have so re-vered Mr. Dilworth !—that was one reason I saidyes. Youll let me be your little girl, Mr. Dil-worth ? Little—grandmotherr^ said Tom Dilworth;and burst into a roar of laughter; then stopped,and said through his set teeth to his son, Youscoundrel! Thomas — dont! the mother entreated. He has come back. Hed better have stayed away! Thomassaid, furiously, in all the anger of suddenly re-lieved pain. Oh, dear Mrs. Dilworth, Helen murmured, forgive us! He ought to have written—Iought to have reminded him. But—you under-stand? I know you do. Just these first beauti-ful days, one forgets everything. Well, I tell you I meant to write, Ned per-sisted, doggedly. But mother put me all outby going over to the Bend in the afternoon. Iwas going to take that train, and of course Icouldnt; Kensys house is right there by thestation. And I had to take the morning train 242
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AMELIA instead; and it put me all out. I had to get upso early I forgot to take any clothes, he added,resentfully. It wasnt my fault. Not vour fault .f^ his father said, and thenturned to his wife, almost with a sob. Milly,can he be our boy, this sneak .^ Yes; yes, he is, Tom; indeed he is, dear.And he just forgot; he didnt mean anythingwrong. Milly was almost voluble, and she wascrying hard. And then she looked at the womanwho had brought him back—^the faded, anx-ious, simpering woman, who for once had nowords ready. Milly looked at her, and sudden-ly opened her arms and took her sons elderlywife to her heart. Oh, you poor woman,she said, how unhappy you must have beenat home! Helen looked at her blankly, then dropped herhead down on the kind shoulder, and Milly felther quiver. Shes fifty! Tom said, trembling with an-ger. How the devil a son of mine can be sucha jack— Tom, dear! there now, dont,^ the mothersaid; hes at home. Just think; hes at home!and we thought—^we thought—

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