She shook her head, smiling, and gently ordered him to sit down
and cool off a bit while she gathered in the recalcitrants.
"You look so hot and tired," she said, and her smile was so frankly
sympathetic, so commanding in its sweetness, that Mr. Bingle promptly
sat down and said that it beat all how hot the weather was for early
May. Perhaps they WOULD come for her, he went on shyly; if she didn't
mind calling Frederick, that would be sufficient. Frederick was the
rebel leader. He ought to be spanked. She smiled again, and Mr. Bingle
said to himself that he'd never seen anything so nice. As she walked
away, bent on rounding-up the three boys and Kathleen, he was
impressed by the slim, graceful figure and the manner in which she
carried herself. Nothing ordinary or common about THAT girl, said he;
nothing bold or immodest. Out of the goodness of her heart she had
proffered assistance, as any gently born person would have done. His
heart warmed toward her. It wasn't often that one encountered a pretty
girl who was considerate, sweet-natured and polite to her elders,
especially in New York City.
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