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And all the while he made sure, by the help of Cis's mirror, that his mouth was turned up at each end like a true scout's mouth should be. "I got t' git my lips used to it," he declared, "so's they'll stay put." And the things he did not do!
Then for the first time Johnnie relaxed, and slumped into the morris chair. He was not only weak, he was sick too sick with bitterness and hate and shame and rage even to care to go into Cis's room to see in what condition Big Tom had left it.
And he remembered that he a boy had not been able, this very day, to take even a strapping! What if he had been asked to accept death? How far away yes, as if it were days and days ago! seemed that order of Big Tom's to go out and sell Cis's flowers! That was because this wonderful, heart-moving tragedy of Edith Cavell's had happened in between!
Instead, he brought forth from Cis's closet his other treasures in binding, laying them very choicely on the table, and handing them over one by one the best-looking of the lot first. The books were put away again very soon, Johnnie explaining why. "But y' can keep the newspaper out," he declared. "Big Tom's seen it, and didn't try even t' tear it up." "That was nice of him!" asserted Mr.
All the while he visioned Cis's surprise and delight over the tarts. He even anticipated some complimentary remark from Big Tom. "I'll get a merit badge," he vowed, "even if I have t' do a lot o' things I hate!" Luckily Cis arrived ahead of her stepfather.
Ah! child; good Nurse Kennedy can best tell thee how the jealous eyes and ears were disconcerted, and in secrecy and sorrow that birth took place." Cis's heart was beating too fast for speech, but there was a tight close pressure of the hand that Mary had placed within hers.
There was something in the intonation of "this young lady" that won Cis's heart on the spot, something in the concluding words that hurt Susan's faithful loyalty towards her kinswoman, in spite of the compliment to herself.
As Johnnie, preparing to set his supper table, lifted the quart milk bottle which held the bouquet, intending again to place it on Cis's dressing-box, the flowers, with a sound that was almost like a soft sigh, showered their crumpling petals upon the oilcloth. Shocked, Johnnie set the bottle quickly down. But only seventeen bare stalks were left in it. The last sweet leaf had dropped.
And it was lucky that he did; for when Cis's brief schooldays came to an end, Big Tom took the two textbooks out with him one morning and sold them. The directory was the prized gift of Mrs. Kukor's daughter, Mrs. The directory meant more to Johnnie than ever had Cis's books. He knew its small-typed pages from end to end.
"Start it again," she whispered back. He named the letters through a second time. "It's a long word," he conceded. "It takes all of my fingers, and then one thumb and two fingers over. What does it spell?" Cis's lips were pressed tight. They twitched a bit, to keep back with some effort what she had on her mind. When they parted at last, she nodded wisely.
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