That's settled. Amelia needs me, and I'm going to her. . . . Your
wedding present will be the ranch and a hundred thousand dollars," she
added.
"You're the sun-dried fruit of Paradise, Mother," Orlando said, taking
her by the arms.
"I heard the Young Doctor call me a bird of Paradise once," she returned.
"People don't know how sharp my ears are. . . . But I never stored it
up against him. Taste is born in you, and if people haven't got it in
the cradle, they never have it. I suppose his mother went around in a
black alpaca and wore her hair like a wardress in a jail. I'm sorry for
him--that's all."
"Suppose I should get homesick for you and run away from her!" remarked
Orlando slyly.
"Run away with her to me," chirruped Eugenie, with a vain little laugh.
Suddenly her manner changed, and she looked at her son with dreamy
intensity. "You are so wonderfully young, my dear," she said, "and I am
very old. I had much happiness with your father while he lived. He was
such a wise man.
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