"
"Yes, he is," assented Lawton, but he still looked somewhat
perplexed. "But why did you hurry off so and get him, Eudora?"
said he.
"I thought from what you said that day that you would be
disappointed when you found out I had only the Lancaster linen
and not a real baby," said Eudora with her calm, grand air and
with no trace of a smile.
"Then that means that you say yes, Eudora?"
For the first time Eudora gave a startled glance at him. "Didn't
you know?" she gasped.
"How should I? You had not said yes really, dear."
"Do you think," said Eudora Yates, "that I am not too proud to
allow you to ask me if my answer were not yes?"
"So that is the reason you always ran away from me, years ago, so
that I never had a chance to ask you?"
"Of course," said Eudora. "No woman of my family ever allows a
declaration which she does not intend to accept. I was always
taught that by my mother."
Then a small but insistent cry rent the air. "The baby is
awake!" cried Eudora, and ran, or, rather, paced swiftly--Eudora
had been taught never to run--and Lawton followed.
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