"I give you my word that I had forgotten about her," cried the Doctor,

flushing. "One such pet may no doubt be endured, but two are more than I

can bear. Ida has a monkey which lives on the curtain rod. It is a most

dreadful creature. It will remain absolutely motionless until it sees

that you have forgotten its presence, and then it will suddenly bound

from picture to picture all round the walls, and end by swinging down

on the bell-rope and jumping on to the top of your head. At breakfast

it stole a poached egg and daubed it all over the door handle. Ida calls

these outrages amusing tricks."

"Oh, all will come right," said the widow reassuringly.

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"And Clara is as bad, Clara who used to be so good and sweet, the very

image of her poor mother. She insists upon this preposterous scheme of

being a pilot, and will talk of nothing but revolving lights and hidden

rocks, and codes of signals, and nonsense of the kind."

"But why preposterous?" asked his companion. "What nobler occupation can

there be than that of stimulating commerce, and aiding the mariner to

steer safely into port? I should think your daughter admirably adapted

for such duties."

"Then I must beg to differ from you, madam."

"Still, you are inconsistent."

"Excuse me, madam, I do not see the matter in the same light. And

I should be obliged to you if you would use your influence with my

daughter to dissuade her."

"You wish to make me inconsistent too."

"Then you refuse?"

"I am afraid that I cannot interfere."

The Doctor was very angry. "Very well, madam," said he. "In that case I

can only say that I have the honor to wish you a very good morning." He

raised his broad straw hat and strode away up the gravel path, while the

widow looked after him with twinkling eyes. She was surprised herself to

find that she liked the Doctor better the more masculine and aggressive

he became. It was unreasonable and against all principle, and yet so it

was and no argument could mend the matter.

Very hot and angry, the Doctor retired into his room and sat down to

read his paper. Ida had retired, and the distant wails of the bugle

showed that she was upstairs in her boudoir. Clara sat opposite to him

with her exasperating charts and her blue book. The Doctor glanced at

her and his eyes remained fixed in astonishment upon the front of her

skirt.

"My dear Clara," he cried, "you have torn your skirt!"

His daughter laughed and smoothed out her frock. To his horror he saw

the red plush of the chair where the dress ought to have been. "It is

all torn!" he cried. "What have you done?"




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