"When did he come?" asked David, filled with a sharp pity for the
girl, who, as yet, could hardly have suspected the real object of his
visits.
"An hour ago. David, why does he come so often?"
"I--I suppose he has business in these towns," he floundered
uncomfortably.
"My mother hates him,--oh, how she hates him. I don't see why he can't
see it and stay away from us. Of course, he's very rich, and he's a--a
great friend of father's. They say Colonel Grand gambles and--and he
leaves his wife alone at home for weeks at a time. I can't bear the
sight of his face. It is like an animal's to me. Have you seen that
African gazelle out in the animal top? The one with the eyes so close
together and the long white nose? Well, that's how Colonel Grand looks
to me. I've always hated that horrid deer, David. I see it in my
dreams, over and over again, and it is always trying to butt me in the
face with that awful white nose. Isn't it odd that I should dream of
it so much?"
"It's just a fancy, Christine. You'll--you'll outgrow it. All children
have funny dreams," he said with a lame attempt at humor.
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