"Oh!" cried Angela, when a full realization of what Uncle Henry meant came
over her.
Uncle Henry went on: "Like your own payrent--the stony-hearted old
reptile!"
"Oh, Gil--" began Angela in tears.
"Go on--you ask 'em!" suggested Uncle Henry.
"Gil--" the girl got out the first syllable of his name, and no more; for
her little handkerchief was at her pretty nose.
"I'm sorry," said Gilbert, gallantly, going to her. "Please don't feel
badly about it."
"Don't--don't speak to me!" Angela sniffed, and stamped her dainty foot.
"Don't look at me! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you all!" Blinded with
rage and tears, she crossed the room, and stumbled directly into Uncle
Henry's chair, and all but tipped him over. "Red" followed her,
solicitously.
"Now, Angela--" he said, and tried to grasp her arm. "Remember, I'm here!"
But all the thanks he got was a wild, "Get out of my way!" and he found
himself pushed aside, into a corner. Another of her unsuspected tantrums!
"My God!" ejaculated Uncle Henry, furious at Angela's accident, which so
directly concerned himself, "but everybody's unreasonable to-day!" He
turned harshly on his nephew. "You make me sick, you! Here am I doing my
gol darndest to save the mess you've made, and you won't even--" He broke
off, unable, in his wrath, to continue.
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