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Finally she fell into reflection. "Odd!" she said. "I suppose I shall have to write an answer. It's so different from what one has been led to expect." She became aware of her aunt, through the panes of the greenhouse, advancing with an air of serene unconsciousness from among the raspberry canes.
The blast of a bugle called us to dinner and we all went scrambling up the bank and into the "front room" like a swarm of hungry shotes responding to the call of the feeder. Aunt Deb, however shooed us out into the kitchen. "You can't stay here," she said. "Mother'll feed you in the kitchen." Grandmother was waiting for us and our places were ready, so what did it matter?
"Larrovers fur meddlins," Aunt Chloe invariably answered those whose curiosity got the better of their discretion an explanation which only deepened the mystery, no one being able to translate it. "She's safe, honey!" Aunt Chloe cried, when she caught sight of me. "I toted de baby, an' she toted de box. Po' li'l chinkapin! Mos' break a body's heart to see it!
The fear that he had dropped the missive where it might be picked up by those not in sympathy with Tavia, and her troubles, now troubled Joe sorely. He had promised the girl, most particularly, that he would deliver the note to his sister that night, and he waited at Dorothy's door, risking the displeasure of Aunt Libby in keeping that promise.
I'd a aunt was cook in a gentleman's fam'ly, and daily he dirtied his thirteen plates never more nor never less; and one day was ever a woman punished so! her best black silk dress she greased from the top to the bottom, and he sent down nine clean plates, and no word vouchsafed of explanation. For gentlefolks, they won't teach themselves how it do hang together with cooks in a kitchen "
"Of course not, dear Miles, but, you see, her position...." "What's the matter with her position?" "Of course I know it's most creditable of her and all that ... but ... when a girl has to go out as a sort of nursery governess, it is different, isn't it, dear? I mean...." "Yes, Aunt Mary, I'm awfully interested different from what?"
I am the woman he has selected to be his wife, and he is the man I have selected to be my husband. If he were coming I should go to my uncle and ask to have him received." "Think of your aunt." "Yes; I do think of her. My aunt would make herself very disagreeable. Upon the whole, mamma, I think it would be best that you should take me back to England.
It was during the sewing hour. "Do you mean that it wouldn't be enough then, Aunt Polly, that they should be just happy days?" she asked wistfully. "That is what I mean, Pollyanna." "They must be pro-fi-ta-ble as well?" "Certainly." "What is being pro-fi-ta-ble?" "Why, it it's just being profitable having profit, something to show for it, Pollyanna. What an extraordinary child you are!"
Still I did not speak. I was thinking his voice was like Nessy MacLeod's shrill and harsh and grating. "Poor little mite! Going all the way to Rome to a Convent, isn't she?" Even yet I did not speak. I was thinking his eyes were like Aunt Bridget's cold and grey and piercing. "So silent and demure, though! Quite a little nun already. A deuced pretty one, too, if anybody asks me."
I have wanted to write to you ever so often, and so has Camilla, but mother wasn't quite sure how we could say what we wished. But now she has had another letter from Aunt Flora, and this has made her give me leave to write and tell you all our beautiful news. Just fancy, dear Francie, father is almost quite well.
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