THE IVORY TOWER
long windows of the house, just at hand, to meet Rosanna's eyes. She found herself glad to have him back, as if further to inform him. Wasn't it after all rather he that was the best of them and by no means Cissy? Her face might at any rate have conveyed as much while she reported of that young lady. "She thinks me so deep."
It made the girl, who had not seen him, turn round; but with an immediate equal confidence. "And she thinks me, Davey, so good!"
Davey's eyes were only on Cissy, but Rosanna seemed to feel them on herself. "How you must have got mixed!" he exclaimed. "But your father has come for you," he then said to Rosanna, who had got up.
"Father has walked it?"—she was amazed.
"No, he's there in a hack to take you home—and too excited to come in."
Rosanna's surprise but grew. "Has anything happened———?"
"Wonders—I asked them. Mr. Betterman's sitting right up."
"Really improving———?" Then her mystification spread. "'Them,' you say?"
"Why his nurse, as I at least suppose her," said Davey, "is with him—apparently to give you the expert opinion."
"Of the fiend's recuperating?" Cissy cried with a wail. And then before her friend's bewilderment, "How dreadfully horrid!" she added.
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