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"Yes, indeed," answered Beth. "The pictures seem to be an ideal amusement for children. I do not suppose they can understand all the dramas and love stories, but the pictures entertain them, whatever the theme may be."
She had to wear the frock, however, for want of another; and in the autumn, when the days began to be chilly, a cast-off jacket of Jim's was added to the affliction. Mrs. Caldwell caught her trying it on one day, and after shaking her for doing so, she noticed that the jacket fitted her, and the bright idea of making Beth wear it out, so that it might not be wasted, occurred to her.
"Is it my father yer maning, Pat Murphy?" Beth asked. "It is," he said, sticking his spade in the ground emphatically. "Ye know yer lying," said Beth. "My father promised you no stones. He's not a fool." "I niver met a knave that was," Pat observed, turning over a huge spadeful of earth, and then straightening himself to look up at her.
Even if her faculties have not atrophied for want of use, all that should have been cultivated lies latent in her; she has nothing to fall back upon, and her life is spoilt. Beth stood idly drumming on the window-pane for long hours after the boys had gone. Then she got her battered old hat, walked out to Fairholm, and wandered over the ground where she had been wont to retrieve for Jim.
If Bob West sells a plow we've got to mention the name of the farmer who bought it; if there's a wedding, we'll make a double-header of it; if a baby is born, we will will " "Print its picture in the paper. Eh, Uncle John?" This from Beth. "Of course," said Mr. Merrick. "You must print all the home news, as well as the news of the world."
Beth turned pale, and gasped: "I promise!" "Not so fast," her father said. "Never promise anything till you hear what it is. But now, promise you won't say bad luck to any of the people again." "I promise," Beth repeated; "but" she slid from the table, and nodded emphatically "but when I shake my fist and stamp my foot at them it'll mean the same thing."
Beth slipped up to her noiselessly. "Mamma!" Mrs. Caldwell started. Beth held out the blankets "to cover him." Her mother caught her in her arms. "O my poor little child! my poor little child!" she cried; and then at last she burst into tears. During the days that preceded her father's funeral, Beth did not miss him.
He saw her in the dim light of a corridor, and the resemblance confused him." "I've seen her since," remarked Tom, "and the likeness is really bewildering. It's only her manner that is different." "When I first saw her, before Tom came, I was astonished at her resemblance to Mrs. Rogers," announced Beth. "I have never seen Lucy, but I know Mrs.
She read a page, looked at Beth, felt her head, peeped into her throat, and then said gravely, "You've been over the baby every day for more than a week, and among the others who are going to have it, so I'm afraid you are going to have it, Beth. I'll call Hannah, she knows all about sickness." "Don't let Amy come. She never had it, and I should hate to give it to her.
He did not reply, but tightly gripped the hand which had been slipped into his. "Tell me, please!" she implored. "You said a little while ago that you were singing to keep up your spirits. Something dreadful has happened. Did you wreck your boat?" "Hey? Me wreck the Jennie P.? I tell you honest, Beth, there ain't nothing " Elizabeth lifted her hand and turned his face toward her.
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