Ariel Dances

"The exhibition! No, not at all. It's already entirely arranged for, and will be a magnificent success. Mr. Frye has given me _carte blanche_. It is the dancer I would see, not...

Ariel was in no hurry for Anne to come. She pulled the shades at the two windows, shutting out the dark-white woods whose tree boughs came right up against the panes. Then she s...

"And apropos of our little friend Brenda," Joan murmured, sifting sand in rhythmical waves through her fingers, "I'm glad she amuses you so much, Hugh dear. If you'd played arou...

The morning of the Gregory Clare exhibition Hugh was waked by the clangor of birds in Wild Acres woods. The window by Hugh's bed held the view like a picture frame. Sleepily, he...

Grandam did not come down to dinner that night. But Mrs. Weyman said that she rarely did appear for two meals in the same day, even when she was feeling her best. Ariel suspecte...

Joan heard voices over toward Wild Acres. They came from the top of the wall which for half a mile or so shut off Holly's well-kept grounds from the wildwood tangle of the neigh...

Hugh and Ariel, arriving, were met by the stillness. Hugh passed Ariel and looked in at the library. He surveyed the unoccupied room with some disconcertion. He hadn't asked his...

Joan telephoned Hugh the next morning early and asked him to pick her up at Holly if he was driving to town that day. This was not an unusual request, but for all its usualness...

"The children and their guest are still sleeping. Hugh's guest got up early, and went to the station with him. She hasn't come back yet, and it's nearly eleven. But that's all r...

To-morrow, Saturday, Ariel (contrary to Mrs. Weyman's predictions) would have held her job and given satisfaction for something over a week, and she was to have a holiday. Grand...

Every one was exclaiming the same thing. "Genius! Isadora was never so wonderful! Ariel Clare, why didn't you do it for us before!" Every one except Hugh. He had got himself out...

That night Hugh did not return to dinner, in spite of his message delivered by Ariel. Already, before she had returned to the house after her wood's adventure with Persis and Ni...

Hugh, who had failed in an effort to discover Ariel's whereabouts on her first "Saturday off" and make a real holiday for her in New York as he had intended, spoke for the follo...

Late afternoon. Glenn walked up the avenue at Wild Acres, back from the first day of his job on the _World_. It had been a long day, beginning at seven in the morning. He looked...

Hugh slept late the next morning, and instead of being the first down to breakfast was the last. He had done very well on his business trip to Chicago, however, and felt that he...

Ariel started to rise from her chair, her face gone wan and strange. But she sank down again. Her heart was beating leaden beats. How _could_ she know that this ring had belonge...

He had been in Bermuda that time for part of his Christmas holidays, along with his mother and young sister. But the mother and sister had never appeared on the Clares' beach, n...

Mrs. Nevin had been visiting in Philadelphia at a house party a few days, and Hugh had not the opportunity to thank her for what he was convinced was the result of her machinati...

Hugh, returning from his five days' sojourn in Chicago, was met by the thrum of jazz as he turned into Wild Acres avenue. The radio would hardly be so noisy at this distance fro...

Thursday came, and Ariel was prepared to go to town with Hugh. They were breakfasting together. The day was clear and sunny. Ariel was wearing her green hat with the magic feath...

"But, Mother! Decker will be better than me as counselor. And Adams seemed quite glad to get me. It's too good an opportunity to pass up. I have written the camp head all about...

"Yes, of course. They've been hectoring us here too. I'm at the gallery with Michael and Charlie. You can thank me, Hugh, for keeping Michael from giving them the story about 'N...

Ariel found the attic stairs in the wing opposite hers at the other end of the house. At the top she came out into a long hall. It was almost dark up here, the only light coming...

Ariel, quiet but alert, lay in her steamer chair, one of the most inconspicuous of the several hundred passengers the _Bermuda_ was bringing to New York. No one would be likely...

The younger Weymans had been skiing most of that afternoon with their guest, Prescott Enderly. Although Enderly was Glenn Weyman's intimate at Yale and only a year or so older,...

"Hello. It's morning. This is my day off, Anne, and I'm going for a long walk up towards Scarborough. If you want to slip out with me and walk too, nobody would know, it's so ea...

She would certainly call him Mr. Weyman, not Hugh. And the first thing she would say would be a "thank you" for his invitation to visit him; for she had not written the note of...

Ariel stood at her window, that first morning at Wild Acres, for some time before dressing, and looked out into the black branches of the snow-floored woods. The trees pressed u...

In a minute Hugh was standing in the hot attic hallway, among the bowls and jars of flowers which had been swept with the rest of Grandam's personality out of her room. Under hi...