Timothy! Timothy!! _Timothy!!!_"
It was a far more enthusiastic greeting than he had dared let himself
expect he would have. He returned her many soft kisses with one very
vigorous osculation that landed near one eyebrow as she bobbed up and
down beside him, and which was immediately rubbed off with the back of
Arethusa's glove.
"You're always so awfully rough. But.... _Oh, Timothy!_"
She grabbed him firmly by one arm, as if she really feared he might
escape her and the Party even now, though actually in Lewisburg, and
led him to where Clay waited for them with the big red automobile. To
Clay, she introduced her charge with the simple announcement, "He
really came, Clay." But no other was needed, for the chauffeur knew who
it was with Arethusa, and all about him. Timothy's fame had gone before
him; Arethusa had not made a single warm friend since she had left the
Farm who had not at least heard of Timothy.
She pushed him into the car and banged the door. Then she seated
herself close to him, and bounced up and down on the cushions happily.
"Say right away what a wonderful automobile you think this is,
Timothy!"
Timothy was perfectly obedient.
"I can run it, all by myself. You don't believe it, but I can. I'll
show you some day, maybe to-morrow. Oh, Timothy, I'm so awfully,
awfully glad you came! How is Aunt 'Senath and all of them? How is Miss
Johnson? Oh, I would never forgive you if you hadn't! That's a new suit
you have on!" suddenly leaning forward to pounce on the portion of the
trouser leg that showed from under his overcoat, "And it's a new
overcoat, too! Why, Timothy!"
Timothy pleaded guilty to both accusations.
"You look awfully nice!" Arethusa gave him a very violent hug most
unexpectedly. "Oh, but it was so dear of you to come! And, Timothy,
we're going to have a perfectly wonderful Party!"
Timothy longed to give Arethusa a hug in return for this one, but he
really did not dare. She would probably have called him rough again,
for his way of hugging. He looked at her a trifle sadly. She seemed to
Timothy such a far-away Arethusa, in spite of all this enthusiasm. And
after that look, he felt her more unapproachable than at first. He
could not tell exactly what it was; perhaps, her clothes.
Arethusa caught his glance at her furs and saucy little hat, with its
fly-away feather, and preened herself just a bit.
"How do you like me? My new things? Aren't they darling?"
"Yes," replied Ti
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