V. V.'s Eyes eBook

Henry Sydnor Harrison
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 390 pages of information about V. V.'s Eyes.

V. V.'s Eyes eBook

Henry Sydnor Harrison
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 390 pages of information about V. V.'s Eyes.

Her tone was depreciatory, not suggesting that she had looked some time before she happened to see that picture.  But within she was feeling the strangest, the most exhilarating thrills....  Oh, the clearness of being a fellow-worker; of praise that had nothing to do with a candidacy for matrimony!...

“But the difficulty,” she said, “is to persuade papa to let me do it.  Of course, I’ve no right to expect him to take me seriously....  I know you could persuade him.”

That, spoken impulsively, she hurriedly covered up in conversation; begging him to go on at once and give her his ideas of what the new building should be like.  She had gathered by now, that, whatever he considered wonderful in all this, it was not the fact that he, she, and her father should be, so to say, planning it shoulder to shoulder.  But this fine unconsciousness of his she herself could not match; not at least till she had had more time to smooth things over with her father....

However, talk of mere temporary repairs in condemned old buildings was quickly swallowed in plannings for the splendid new.  Here the man from the outskirts indubitably shone; he bristled with illuminating ideas.  He, it seemed, was for a four-story building, brick, with concrete floors.  Much he had to say on the subject of fire-escapes and patent-doors, lunch-rooms and rest-rooms with lockers, enclosed stairways and elevator shafts; shower-baths, too, if one simply must have the best and never mind the expense.  And then his pencil began unconsciously to work as he went along; and presently there emerged upon a fresh sheet of mamma’s best note-paper the first visible presentment of the Works that would be.  There it actually was, for you to gaze at, dream over; the perfect apology:  the front and side elevation of a fine, dignified, businesslike building, plain yet undeniably handsome, very substantial and roomy, very full of airy windows.  Not like a marble palace, after all; but a child could see that nobody was ever crowded in there, nobody ever the least faint.  Nothing homicidal here, Mr. V.V., look where you will....

“You can draw, too!”

“Straight lines,” said V.V., modestly.  But he regarded his handiwork with passionate approbation, and finished it off gallantly with a flag flying from the roof and two stately motor-trucks (so he said) wheeling by the door.

“Oh, how beautiful!” cried Cally Heth.

And it was all so curiously exciting to her, so intensely interesting.  No prospect in her life, it seemed, had ever stirred her like this strange one; a new cigar-factory, born of her purse and heart....

Once, about at this point, the young man threw out with mysterious delight: 

“I’ll like to see old Sam O’Neill’s face, when he hears about this.”

In the midst of the animated talk came Annie, the parlormaid—­and Cally started at the sound of the approaching feet, and hated herself for it—­to say that Dr. Vivian was wanted at the telephone.  The doctor seemed annoyed by the summons, though not surprised; he had had to take the liberty, he explained as he rose, of leaving word at his office where he could be found, in case of necessity—­words of this sort being left, as we know, with his paid assistant, Mrs. Garland, the world’s biggest office-boy.

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