"I told you not to dance!"
"You did nothing of the sort, Ruth DeVere. You just stood and looked
at me, and you wouldn't join in, and maybe if you had this wouldn't
have happened--and--and--"
She did not finish, her voice trailing off rather dismally as she
stooped to pick up the pieces of the vase.
"It can't be mended, either," she went on, and when she looked up the
merry brown eyes were veiled in a mist of tears. Ruth's heart
softened at once.
"There, dear!" she said in consoling tones. "Of course you couldn't
help it. Don't worry. Daddy won't mind when you tell him you were
just doing a little waltz of happiness because he has an engagement
at last."
She, too, stooped and her light hair mingled with the dark brown
tresses of her sister as they gathered up the fragments.
"I don't care!" announced Alice, finally, as she sank into a chair.
"I'll tell dad myself. I'm glad, anyhow, even if the vase is broken.
I never liked it. I don't see why dad set such store by the old
thing."
"You forget, Alice, that it was one of--"
"Mother's--yes, I know," and she sighed.
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