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Thimblefinger, laughing, but still excited by the novelty of his experience. He called to his sister: "Come on, sis. It's splendid down here." "Is it wet?" she asked plaintively. "Is it cold?" "No!" replied Buster John impatiently. "Don't be a baby." "Come on, Drusilla! You've got to come. Mamma said you must go wherever we went," cried Sweetest Susan.
Drusilla sat down again, rather aghast at the idea of asking any one else to do a service for her, who all her life had been at the beck and call of other people. One of the old ladies came and was asked to bring Mrs. Smith. The Director came quickly, showing that she had not been far away. "Mrs. Smith," Mr. Thornton said, "we will come to-morrow afternoon to take Miss Doane with us.
Slender as was Jude Fawley's frame he bore the two brimming house-buckets of water to the cottage without resting. Over the door was a little rectangular piece of blue board, on which was painted in yellow letters, "Drusilla Fawley, Baker."
And in the misery of that moment's realization John Chillingham Yates showed the material of which he was constructed. "Dear," he said gently. "Do you mean me?" asked Drusilla, looking up in frank surprise. And at the same time she saw on his face a look which she had never before encountered there. It was the shadow of trouble; and it drew her to her feet instinctively.
And then Denver Russell, forgetting the seeress' warning at the very moment he was discussing her, sat down on a rock and gave Drusilla the whole story of his search for the gold and silver treasures.
"She too ugly ter suit me." "Whose fault is it but yours?" cried Chickamy Crany Crow. "Yes, whose fault is it?" cried Tickle-My-Toes. "Come, come!" cries Mrs. Meadows. "We want no trouble here." "We'll not trouble her," answered Tickle-My-Toes. "Old Rawhead-and-Bloody-Bones will do the troubling." "Now you all heah dat!" exclaimed Drusilla, in some alarm.
Now, good night! I am so glad you have come, and I know you will be so happy. You will let me come often to see you, won't you?" She came over to the chair and bent her pretty young head over the old white one, and Drusilla reached up her arms and took the smiling face between her hands. "You'll never know, dear, what you've done for a lonely old woman. I don't know how to thank you."
The indulgence given to Paul, in his light confinement, only showed how clearly Felix knew himself to be doing wrong, but small alleviations do not patch up a great injustice. III. One reading inserts in verse 24 the statement that Drusilla wished to see Paul, and that Felix summoned him in order to gratify her.
How did you hear that?" "It is in the evening papers." "Is it? Well, I do declare! It seems I can't do nothin' but what I git in the papers. I don't need to talk to git writ up; my money talks for me. What did they say?" The lawyer drew a paper from his pocket and handed it to Drusilla. "Well, ain't that nice of 'em!" she stopped to comment; then she went on reading.
She would ask Drusilla what she thought about the matter. One afternoon immediately after school, Suzanna, taking Maizie with her, went to call on Drusilla. Twice since her first visit in July she had gone to the little home, but on both occasions Drusilla had been ill, unable to see anyone. But today the pleasant faced maid admitted the children. "Go right up to the attic," she said. "Mrs.
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