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"It is the first real ball I've been to in a long while. I'm so glad you came. Ben says he never imagined you were so pretty. Think of that, from one's own brother! And Daisy did not shine you down, either." Hanny kissed her with a sort of rapture. She couldn't understand; she seemed to be walking on the azure clouds instead of solid earth. Mr.
And he won't stir an inch toward getting up until you lighten his load." There was a pretty pantry across the corner, with a basin to wash china and silver, so it would not need to go downstairs. Hanny thought she would like to come sometime and wash the pretty dishes. Upstairs there were three rooms and a bath, and beautiful closets, and on the third floor three rooms again.
There were so many gorgeous things, silks, and bright stuffs with threads of gold, jackets all embroidery, and queer Eastern dresses, two made of pineapple cloth, a sheer, beautiful fabric, and one had delicate flowers embroidered in silk. But the oddest of all, Hanny thought, was burning incense. Mrs. French had several curious incense bowls and jars.
He was such a sweet, cunning roly-poly, that she couldn't help kissing him when she came to bed; and she longed to take him in her arms and hug him up; but she was afraid he might wake and cry. The next night he was quite ready to go to Nan's bed, and didn't cry a bit. Hanny had a delightful time taking him round among the girls. Her mother said, "You and your father will have that child spoiled."
I suppose he could follow them." "No doubt; I have attended some very grand services in churches abroad and in England." The incense burned out presently, and they went downstairs to dinner. Afterward, a niece and nephew, her brother's children, came. The girl was not quite twelve, but most a head taller than Hanny, who felt rather shy with her.
The wise men coming with their gifts. The sweet song going around the world, the great love. Her mother's hands relaxed from their clasp. She was very tired and had fallen asleep. Her father folded his paper and looked over at her wistfully. Hanny came and dropped softly on his knee and his strong, tender arms enclosed her. Was there any child quite like the little girl?
Her novel had been recast ever so many times, and still languished. Ben brought up tickets for Mr. Thackeray's second lecture. He had gone to the first one, and meant to hear them all. Joe must take Hanny, who would always regret it if she didn't hear him. He had seen Mr. Jasper; and they were all going the same evening. Joe had meant to hear him.
There was a new book by Miss Macintosh among those they had brought home; and this Hanny devoured eagerly, sitting on her high perch, while the rest were busy in the household routine. In the afternoon, she read aloud while the others sewed.
They had curious springs and wires, and the outside was pink, like real flesh, in fact, they looked uncanny, they were so real. Hanny had seen several old men stumping around on cork or wooden legs about which there could be no deception. But when any one met with a mishap now, they could fix him up "limber as an eel," Doctor Joe said.
Her sister had married very well; but Lily had quite resolved upon a rich husband. Still it would be something to have the young and good-looking collegian in her train. Mrs. Jasper pleaded to take Hanny with them to Saratoga for a little while; and Margaret said she and her husband would go up and spend a week and bring her home.
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