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He held out his hand.
"I hope so."
Cowperwood went out, Butler accompanying him to the door. As he did so a young girl bounded
in from the street, red-cheeked, blue-eyed, wearing a scarlet cape with the peaked hood thrown
over her red-gold hair.
"Oh, daddy, I almost knocked you down."
She gave her father, and incidentally Cowperwood, a gleaming, radiant, inclusive smile. Her
teeth were bright and small, and her lips bud-red.
"You're home early. I thought you were going to stay all day?"
"I was, but I changed my mind."
She passed on in, swinging her arms.
"Yes, well--" Butler continued, when she had gone. "Then well leave it for a day or two. Good
day."
"Good day."
Cowperwood, warm with this enhancing of his financial prospects, went down the steps; but
incidentally he spared a passing thought for the gay spirit of youth that had manifested itself in
this red-cheeked maiden. What a bright, healthy, bounding girl! Her voice had the subtle,
vigorous ring of fifteen or sixteen. She was all vitality. What a fine catch for some young fellow
some day, and her father would make him rich, no doubt, or help to.
Chapter XII
It was to Edward Malia Butler that Cowperwood turned now, some nineteen months later when
he was thinking of the influence that might bring him an award of a portion of the State issue of
bonds. Butler could probably be interested to take some of them himself, or could help him
place some. He had come to like Cowperwood very much and was now being carried on the
latter's books as a prospective purchaser of large blocks of stocks. And Cowperwood liked this
great solid Irishman. He liked his history. He had met Mrs. Butler, a rather fat and phlegmatic
Irish woman with a world of hard sense who cared nothing at all for show and who still liked to
go into the kitchen and superintend the cooking. He had met Owen and Callum Butler, the boys,
and Aileen and Norah, the girls. Aileen was the one who had bounded up the steps the first day
he had called at the Butler house several seasons before.
There was a cozy grate-fire burning in Butler's improvised private office when Cowperwood
called. Spring was coming on, but the evenings were cool. The older man invited Cowperwood
to make himself comfortable in one of the large leather chairs before the fire and then
proceeded to listen to his recital of what he hoped to accomplish.
"Well, now, that isn't so easy," he commented at the end. "You ought to know more about that
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