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"Will you have your tea now, Madelene?" Helen was alarmed at the threatened tempest, and hoped to change the subject. "Yes, thanks, dear," and to her brother, "After all, Ebbie, Forrie probably knows his own business best. You know he's quite partial to the squatters and always did things for 'em." Mrs.
"I want her and I want her right away." Madelene fell back a step, wax-white. "Elsie!" she echoed. "Isn't she home?" "Madelene," Ebenezer began in a deadening voice, "you know me well enough not to play with me like this. Where's my daughter?" Madelene's hands came together. "She's not here!... She's home, Ebbie, dear, she must be!" "She's not!" fell from Waldstricker. "Call Helen!"
"Wasn't that a funny thing for him to do, Ebbie?" Waldstricker pushed back angrily. "Funny! Funny!" he ejaculated. "It isn't decent, and I've told him so, too." Frederick's face flushed, and he toyed nervously with the silver at the side of his plate. "But, Ebenezer, you don't mean she's living with him, do you?" he faltered, leaning forward.
"It is beautiful to be a mother the most beautiful thing on earth! Just think how much I have done for the world!" Her sallow face glowed with the conscious virtue bestowed by one of the animal functions upon those who have performed it. "In what way?" queried Mrs. Carr, wholly missing the point. "Why, in raising Willie and Ebbie and Rebbie!
"Save us!" exclaimed Meg Kissock, "the craitur's prayin' to the Ill Body himsel'." Ebbie Farrish began to clear away the peat, which was, indeed, no difficult task. I wad rayther hae yersel', Maister o' Sawtan, for ye are a big mensefu' deil. Ouch! I'm dune for noo, althegither; he haes gotten puir Jock! Sirce me, I smell the reekit rags o' him!"
"Helen can't come down, Ebbie, she's in bed!" "I'll see her." Low thunder rolled in his tones. His sister grasped his arm. "Be kind to her, Ebbie, dear " "I'll see her," repeated Ebenezer, not changing the tone of his voice. Without another word, Madelene whirled and went toward the stairs, the church elder following his sister with slow tread. Helen turned her tired, white face to the visitors.
Madelene turned her eyes upon her sister-in-law. Then she smiled. "Helen, dearest, aren't you glad about it?" Helen blushed and radiated a smile. "Yes, very, and so is Ebenezer! We both feel as if we have much to be thankful for and now if you were only happy " "Oh, Helen, I know I've upset Ebbie a whole lot, but who else could I go to?... Do tell me when " "In May, dear," whispered Helen.
The small Rebecca was under the sofa, tempering the pleasure of life for Claudius Tiberius, while young Ebeneezer, having found a knife somewhere, was diligently scratching the melodeon. "Just look," said Mrs. Holmes, in delighted awe, as Dorothy entered the room. "Don't make any noise, or you will disturb Ebbie. He is such a sensitive child that the sound of a strange voice will upset him.
If he'd let me alone, I'd had all the squatters off the lake side before this and probably would have located Bishop." "You've heard nothing of him, Ebbie, I suppose?" asked Madelene. "It does seem queer a dwarf could disappear like that and not a word about him from any part of the world." Waldstricker's powerful hand clenched the teaspoon in his fingers so violently as to bend the handle.
One of the twins was chasing Abdul Hamid around the coop with a lath, as he explained between sobs, "to make him lay." Mrs. Holmes bore down upon Dorothy before any permanent good had been done. "How dare you!" she cried. "How dare you lay hands on my child! Come, Ebbie, come to mamma. Bless his little heart, he shall chase the chickens if he wants to, so there, there. Don't cry, Ebbie.
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