Ginniss. So you have caught my naughty runaway,"
cried she gayly; but coming near enough to notice Sunshine's
drooping figure, and Teddy's agitated face, she sprang forward,
asking,--
"Is any thing the matter with her? Where did you find her, Mr.
Ginniss?"
"She's fainted, ma'am; but it's with joy, and will never hurt her.
It's you and I that will be the sufferers, I'm afraid," said Teddy,
with a sudden pang at his heart of love not yet cleansed of selfish
jealousy.
"Bring her to the house, please, as quickly as you can. Poor little
darling, she is so delicate!" said Dora, not yet caring to ask this
strange news, but walking close beside Teddy, her hand clasping that
cold little one which swung nervelessly over his shoulder, her eyes
anxiously watching the beautiful pale face, half hidden in the
showering curls.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
TEDDY'S PRIVILEGE.
To Mr. Burroughs, smoking his cigar upon the piazza of the Neff
House, came a white-jacketed waiter with a card.
"The gentleman is waiting in the reception-room, sir," said he.
Mr. Burroughs paused to watch an unusually perfect ring of smoke
lazily floating above his head; then took the card, and read in
pencil,--
"Theodore Ginniss would be glad to see Mr.
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