"
"Oh, he doesn't know," Chad said, with a quick glance over his
shoulder at the door, as if he thought Max might be there, ready
to walk in on him.
"_Tell_ him," advised Nora,--she just loves to advise people,--"and get
him to help you. You could study for college, or--go into business, if
you preferred that."
Chad was looking intently at her; suddenly he threw the roses on the
schoolroom table,--with such force that they slid across and fell on the
floor on the other side,--and made a step or two toward Nora, with his
hands extended, exclaiming eagerly, "Oh, Nora, if I thought that _you_
cared--"
But like a flash Nora got behind her chair, putting it between herself
and Chad. "Don't say _another_ word!" she broke in imperiously, standing
very straight, and looking proudly at him over the back of the chair.
"Jack, pick up those flowers and return them to Mr. Whitcombe, and then
open the door for him."
Chad was so startled that he jumped,--you see he hadn't noticed that I
was there,--and didn't he look foolish! and _blush_! why, his face
actually got mahogany colour. He snatched the poor roses from me and
just bolted through that schoolroom door.
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