The Charm School
with a roar, and girls sleeping in far-distant dormitories woke, supposing a spring thunder-storm was approaching,
"Yes, and I heard you telling several of your friends over the telephone the next day that any corporation that Mr. Bevans worked for would be sure of—"
"What d'yer mean by listening to what I say over the telephone?"
"I don't listen, grandfather, but no one can help hearing."
"I tell you I've changed my mind about him."
"You know, Mr. Johns," said Austin, "I can earn my living, and Elise's, too."
"Yes, grandfather dear," said Elise, "we mean to do it—though of course you can make it awfully hard and disagreeable for us."
"Get out of my room, both of you," said Mr. Johns. "A nice mess you're going to make of your life, miss."
Elise turned with a happy smile to Austin. "I knew grandfather would come round," she said, somewhat to her lover's surprise, for he did not immediately see consent in Mr. Johns's last phrase. "Isn't he a lamb—particularly with his hair all mussed like that?"
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