But I wasn't so sure as I pretended to be. Mr. von Inwald and Mr.
Jennings had been closeted together most of the morning, and Mr. von
Inwald was whistling as he started out for the military walk. It seemed
as if the very thing that had given Mr. Pierce his chance to make good
had improved Mr. Jennings' disposition enough to remove the last barrier
to Miss Jennings' wedding with somebody else.
Well, what's one man's meat is another man's poison.
CHAPTER XXVIII
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE
Even if we hadn't known, we'd have guessed there was something in the
air. There was an air of subdued excitement during the rest hour in the
spring-house, and a good bit of whispering and laughing, in groups which
would break up with faces as long as the moral law the moment they saw
my eye on them.
They were planning a mutiny, as you may say, and I guess no sailors on a
pirate ship were more afraid of the captain's fist than they were of Mr.
Pierce's disapproval. He'd been smart enough to see that most of them,
having bullied other people all their lives, liked the novelty of being
bullied themselves. And now they were getting a new thrill by having a
revolt. They were terribly worked up.
Miss Patty stayed after the others had gone, sitting in front of the
empty fireplace in the same chair Mr. Pierce usually took, and keeping
her back to me. When I'd finished folding the steamer rugs and putting
them away, I went around and stood in front of her.
"Your eyes are red," I remarked.
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