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He had jumped on to her bed and had breathed softly on her eyelids. Bertha sat up, embraced and kissed him, and he immediately began to tell her how well he had fared with his uncle and aunt, how Elly had played with him, and how Richard had once had a fight with him without being able to beat him.
Their eyes were on the big pink bud enthroned in the uncomeliness of the shapeless leafpads. "Oh!" said Elly, under her breath, "it's not open yet! We're going to see it open, this time!" She stared at it, her lips parted. Her mother looked at her, tenderly aware that the child was storing away an impression to last her life long.
"I know the one that went to market and the one that stayed at home all five of them I know." "But you don't know Elly Precious's extra little pig!" crowed the reassured Evangeline. "Just us know that one. I made him up. When you have six toes, I mean when Elly Precious has, you have to have six pigs.
This is worse than Aunt Sarah! An' to think it's Elly Precious, my darlin' dear! An' to think I never had ! An' to think I did it myself!" Even to Evangeline, words failed to express this worst of all things. She dropped, a little leaden thing of despair, into Miss Theodosia's great chair and rocked herself in anguish. "What is it, dear?" Miss Theodosia cried anxiously.
"I've woren it lots of times before," said Mark. "Aunt Hetty always let me to. Favver, won't you 'trap it tight to me, so's I won't 'traddle it so much." "Mother," said Elly, coming up close to Marise, as she stood unpacking the dishes, "I was looking inside that old diary, the one in the red leather cover, your grandmother's, I guess, the diary she wrote when she was a young lady.
She found out what he called respect. The knowledge came, as so much that was worth while came, through Evangeline, Elly Precious in its wake. They came running this time. Elly Precious' small body rolled and lurched with their hurry and the agitation of Evangeline's soul. "Somethin's happened." "Give me the baby. Sit down, dear. Now."
Evangeline led, with the effect of walking backward though she walked straight ahead and waving a baton. Stefana had Elly Precious, and Carrathers tramped soberly behind, in time to that imaginary wand. Miss Theodosia's fascinated gaze was riveted to the procession's arms. The wonder grew with nearness. Every individual parader in the procession wore a somber black arm-band.
The characteristic Mark-like unexpectedness of this made her smile. "You probably will, some day," she said, sitting down. "But I've never even sawn a camel," complained Mark. "And Elly and Paul have, and a elephant too." "Well, you're big enough to be taken to the circus this year," his mother promised him. "This very summer we'll take you."
Her mother put out a reluctant hand and touched her quietly. "Come, dear Elly, about time to start to school." As she leaned across the table, stretching her neck towards the child, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the other side of the room, and thought, "Oh, how awful! I begin to look as Cousin Hetty does, with that scrawny neck. . . ." She repulsed the thought vigorously.
We're goin' to sweep under everything an' behind every las' thing, under 'n' behind. She won't find a grain o' dust. An' Stefana's makin' starch." "Mercy gracious!" softly ejaculated Miss Theodosia. "I mean to eat in the dessert corn-starch. We've begun to skim Elly Precious's bottles. You can eat thin bottles, can't you, darlin' dear, when Mother's comin' home?
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