An hour later, Mr. Opp and his charge sat on the river-bank and waited for the little launch that was to take them back to the Cove. A curious crowd had gathered at a short distance, for their story had gone the rounds.
Mr. Opp sat under the fire of curious glances, gazing straight in front of him, and only his flushed face showed what he was suffering. Miss Kippy, in her strange clothes and with her pale hair flying about her shoulders, sat close by him, her hand in his.
“D.,” she said once in a high, insistent voice, “when will I be grown up enough to marry Mr. Hinton?”
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Mr. Opp for a moment forgot the crowd. “Kippy,” he said with all the gentle earnestness that was in him, “you ain’t never going to grow up at all. You are just always going to be brother D.’s little girl. You see, Mr. Hinton’s too old for you, just like—” he paused, then finished it bravely—“just like I am too old for Miss Guin-never. I wouldn’t be surprised if they got married with each other some day. You and me will just have to take care of each other.”
She looked at him with the quick suspicion of the insane, but he was ready for her with a smile.
“Oh, D.,” she cried, in a sudden rapture, “we are glad, ain’t we?”
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XVII
or the next four weeks there was no issue of “The Opp Eagle.” When it did make its appearance, it contained the following editorial:
Ye editor has for several weeks been the victim of the La Grip which eventuated into a rising in our left ear. Although we are still in severe and continuous pain, we know that behind the clouds of suffering the blue sky of health is still shining, and that a brighter day is coming, as it were.