United States or Cocos Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Crayford's face, and suddenly became dimmed with tears. "If I only dared tell you!" she murmured. "I hold so to your good opinion of me, Lucy and I am so afraid of losing it." Mrs. Crayford's manner changed. Her eyes rested gravely and anxiously on Clara's face. "You know as well as I do that nothing can shake my affection for you," she said. "Do justice, my child, to your old friend.
"And you will not leave a gown for yourself." "There will be all I shall need," she said. He turned up the lamp and opened Clara's letter. Lisa's needle flew through the red and yellow silk. It was pleasant work; she was doing it skilfully. The fire warmed her thin blood. She could hear the baby's regular, soft breathing as it slept.
He was not able to make up his mind. And, moreover, he could not decide anything until after that plain talk with his father. His sister Clara's high voice sounded outside, on the landing, or half-way up the attic stairs. "Ed-win! Ed-win!" "What's up?" he called in answer, rising with a nervous start. The door of the room was unlatched.
Every night when I come home, I find her sitting down with both feet done up in one of those beautiful scarfs she's collected, resting on a cushion. It's rather amusing, though." Ralph struggled to suppress his smile of appreciation. "Clara's the same." Pete smiled too. "She's cut herself out some high sandals from a pair of my old boots. And she wears them day and night.
Clara's letter seems to have been only her last tribute to her father, for, at Schumann's first protest, she hastened to write that she could endure anything, except his doubt; that she would be with him on Easter, 1840, come what would. This cheered him mightily, and he wrote that, while he was still unable to compose, owing to his loneliness, a beautiful future was awaiting him.
"If she does," said Aunt Clara, quite herself once more, "she's bearing up under the disappointment remarkably well for Shirley. I take it my question is answered." Shirley and David went to the station as they had gone from it, alone in Aunt Clara's car. All the way he was trying to tell her of the new resolve he had taken when Jonathan and Esther Summers made music for him.
The drivers whipped up their horses. The two vehicles raced and rumbled along keeping close together. Fraulein called to their driver to desist. The students slackened down too and began singing at random, one against the other; those on the near side standing up and bowing and laughing. A bouquet of fern fronds came in over Judy's head, missing the awning and falling against Clara's knees.
She was amazed at the sudden, fearless impulse that had sprung up in her. She wasn't even afraid to say to him under Clara's nose, "Harry, I want you to myself after dinner. Come up into the garden study." He was very willing to follow her. She thought she detected in his alacrity something more than curiosity or concern.
Not I! Clara's father, anxious to get her off his hands as soon as possible, betrothed her to a rich young shopkeeper, a great blockhead, one of the so-called 'refined' sort.
In the morning light, however, I began to suspect, as I walked, that, although Clara's frankness was flattering, it was rather a sign that she was heart-whole towards me than that she was careless of Brotherton.
Word Of The Day