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"Discharge her?" he repeated, "for what?" "She was crazy," stammered Zoie. Alfred's eyes sought Aggie's for confirmation. She nodded. He directed his steady gaze toward Jimmy. The latter jerked his head up and down in nervous assent. "Well," said Alfred, amazed at their apparent lack of resource, "why didn't you get ANOTHER nurse?"
We let Aggie's cat out on the boat and he caught a mouse almost immediately, and laid it in the most touching manner at the detective's feet; but he was in a very bad humor and flung it over the rail. Shortly after that he asked Tish whether she intended to go to the Arctic Circle. "I don't know that that's any concern of yours," Tish said. "You're not after me, you know."
Before Tish could interfere one of them had whistled three times sharply, probably a danger signal. Without a word Tish turned and ran toward the stream, calling to me to follow her. "Tish!" I heard Aggie's agonized tone. "Lizzie! Come back. Don't leave me here alone. Here she evidently clutched the revolver involuntarily, for there was a sharp report, and a bullet struck a tree near us.
His companions listened, Phineas ironically carrying out his theory of adaptability, Doggie with finer instinct. It appeared there had been an altercation over right of choice with an itinerant vendor in which, to Aggie's admiration, Mo had come off triumphant. "You see," he explained, "being in the fish trade myself, I could spot the winners."
The red-haired man went in swimming that day and necessitated our retiring to the tent for an hour and a half; but at noon Aggie's naturally soft heart began to assert itself. "Spy or no spy," she said to Tish, "we ought to feed him." "Huh!" was Tish's rejoinder. "There is no sense is wasting good food on a man whose hours are numbered."
"Me?" again echoed Jimmy, and he wondered if everybody in the world had conspired to make him the target of their attention. He caught Aggie's eye and tried to laugh carelessly. "That would have been funny, wouldn't it?" he said. "Yes, wouldn't it," repeated Aggie, and he thought he detected a slight uneasiness in her voice.
Magdalen read them slowly, the three letters, her father's, Aunt Mary's, Aunt Aggie's. Then she put them back into their envelopes and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Humiliation, shame, despair, the anguish of wounded love, she saw them creep towards her. She saw them crouch like wild beasts ready to spring, their cruel eyes upon her. She had known their fangs once.
For her the beginning, middle, and end of that delicate lyric were in the one word "Dear." "Do you mind?" He had risen and was standing over her as she read. "Mind?" "What I've called you?" She looked up suddenly. His face met hers, and before she knew it Aggie's initiation came.
Aunt Aggie had in her mind a set of proposals, all good, out of which it became harder and harder as time went on to select one. But her answer was ever the same, a pained but firm refusal. She was happy in her lot. She was greatly needed where she was. She did not wish to marry. She was no longer young. This last reason was an enormous concession to realism on Aunt Aggie's part.
She felt that Susie was not above paying off her John's old scores by an oblique and cowardly blow at the man who had supplanted him. She wished that Susie would either leave off talking about John, or go. But Susie still interpreted Aggie's looks as a challenge, and the hymn of praise swelled on.
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