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Debbie, I'm a business man, and I know you can't get behindhand in money matters and pull up again just when you want to; you can't get straight merely by anticipating income, when there's nothing extra coming in. Tell me, if you don't mind, how you managed?" She flushed, and her eyes dropped; then she faced him honestly. "I will tell you," she declared.
He sat down; she also about two yards off. Across the gulf of Persian rug he looked at her steadily. "You are angry with me," he observed. "Why, Debbie? Is it still the old quarrel after all these years?" Then her face changed like a filled lamp when you put a match to it. She said, in a deep, breathless way: "Do you know how many years it is?"
A cheerful aroma greeted her, and she sniffed at it longingly. Bacon and eggs and was it corn bread that Debbie was just taking out of the oven? "Oh, Debbie, give me something to eat, quick," she cried. "I'm starving." Debbie turned and favored her with a large black stare.
We explained our presence there, and the boy explained to us that the Bishop and Aunt Debbie were away. The next best house up the road was his "Maw's," he said; so, as Mr. Beeler expected to stay with a friend of his, Mrs. O'Shaughnessy and I determined to see if "Maw" could accommodate us for the night. Mr.
Then Mr. Bradley went off to pick up the loose ends of his business and Mrs. Bradley adjourned to the kitchen to discuss supper preparations with the mountainous Debbie. Left alone, Billie and Chet looked at each other wonderingly. "Well," said Billie in a slightly, awed tone, "we expected something to happen, and it certainly did."
She managed to accomplish her purpose for just about five minutes. Then Laura, unable to stand the suspense a moment more, took the bit in her teeth and bolted. "For goodness' sake, Billie," she cried desperately, "why don't you tell us?" "Tell you what?" asked Billie, trying to look innocent. "Haven't I been telling you " "Yes, about the way Debbie makes potato salad," cried Laura disgustedly.
Why didn't you write and tell me you were around?" She made a movement to withdraw her hand. He held it fast. "Debbie," said he, in quite a tremulous voice remarkable in one constitutionally so self-confident and self-possessed "Debbie, you turned me out of your house when I came to see you last. I hope you have a different welcome for me this time?"
It made the wealthy sister's heart ache. "And how are you yourself, Debbie?" Mary remembered to ask, as she shut the door upon the departing carriage. "You look well. How is Francie? We want you to tell us all about her grand doings. Bob is greatly interested in his Italian aunt; he thinks he would like to take a vacation trip to see her some day. By the way, did he tell you that Rose has another?
"All right, honey, all right," said Deborah, her heart touched by this reference to the hardships her young mistress had suffered. "You go in 'tother room an' don't bother Debbie an' she'll bring you in the prettiest breakfast you ever did see."
A Carey has been good enough for a Pennycuick before today. God! I wish I'd known. I might have got him something better to do, and saved them both from this. Poor old girl! Is she very bad, Debbie? Shall I go and talk to her a bit?" "I wouldn't tonight, father, if I were you," replied Deb, with a weary air. "She is quieter now, and I have given her something to send her to sleep.