Martie, the Unconquered eBook

Kathleen Norris
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 456 pages of information about Martie, the Unconquered.

Martie, the Unconquered eBook

Kathleen Norris
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 456 pages of information about Martie, the Unconquered.

Love at first sight!  Martie felt a sort of ecstatic suffocation at the words.  An uncontrollable smile twitched at her mouth, she recommenced her game briskly.  Her heart was dancing.

“Lissun; do you suppose Ma would ever let us have a party here?” Martie presently ventured.

Sally pursed her lips and shook a doubtful head.

“Oh, but, Sally, I don’t mean a real party, of course.  Just about twenty—­” Martie began.

“Lemonade and cake?” Sally supplied.

“Well—­coffee and sandwiches, Rodney seemed to think.  And punch.”

“Punch!  Martie!  You know Pa never would.”

“I don’t see why not,” Martie said discontentedly, slapping down her cards noisily.  Sally spoke only the truth, yet it was an irritating truth, and Martie would have preferred a soothing lie.

“What about music for dancing?” Sally asked, after a thoughtful interval.

“Angela Baxter,” Martie said with reviving hope.

“But she charges two dollars; at least she did for the Baptist euchre.”

“Well—­that’s not so much!”

“We could make those cute brown-bread sandwiches Rose had,” Sally mused, warming to the possibility.  “And use the Canton set.  Nobody in town has china like ours, anyway!”

“Oh, Sally,” Martie was again fired, “we could have creamed chicken and sandwiches—­that’s all anybody ever wants!  And it’s so much sweller than messy sherbets and layer cake.  And we could decorate the rooms with greens—­”

“Our rooms are lovely, anyway!” Sally stated with satisfaction.

“Why, with the folding doors open, and fires in both grates, they would be perfectly stunning!” Martie spoke rapidly, her colour rising, her blue eyes glittering like stars.  “Of course, the back room isn’t furnished, but we could scatter some chairs around in there; we’ll need all the room for dancing, anyway!”

“We couldn’t dance on this carpet,” Sally submitted, perplexed, as she glanced at the parlour’s worn floor-covering.

“No, but we could in the back room—­that floor’s bare—­and in the hall,” Martie answered readily.  You see it’s the first of a sort of set of dances; the next would be at the Frosts’ or the Barkers’, and it would mean that we were right in things—­”

“Oh, it would be lovely if we could do it!” Sally agreed with a sigh.  “Play the Queen on here, Martie, and then you’ll have a space.”

“Do you propose to play that game much longer, girls?” their father asked, looking patiently over his book.

“Are we disturbing you, Pa?” Martie countered politely.

“Well—­but don’t stop on my account.  Of course the sound of cards and voices isn’t exactly soothing.  However, go on with your game—­go on with your game!  If I can’t stand it, I’ll go back to the library.”

“Oh, no, Pa, it’s too cold in there; this is the time of year you always get that cold in your nose,” Mrs. Monroe said pleadingly.

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