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I even paused to admire in Judy's mirror over the table the effect of the cascade of lace that fell across my arm and lost itself in the blue shimmer of old Rene's masterpiece of a negligée, then deep down I buried the spoon in the purple sweetness. I had just lifted it high in the air when out of the lilac-scented dark of the garden came a laugh.
How I wish he would come back and it could all be set right, and dear Elise could make up to him for all the suffering her mother caused him! I do wish I could put a flea in Judy's ear and she would behave." "But you must not do that, my dear," said Mrs. Brown. "That would not be quite fair to Elise. You see it is only surmise on our part."
Now it will easily be supposed, after what I have said, that the nursing was not at all a difficult undertaking; but I am grieved to say that Aunt Judy's task was by no means so easy a one. The little ones were very sorry, it is true, that No. 7 was poorly; but, unluckily, they forgot it every time they went either up-stairs or down.
She waited long enough on the doorstep to wonder that Judy's presence in town was not signalized by a greater promptness in admitting her; and her surprise was increased when, instead of the expected footman, pushing his shoulders into a tardy coat, a shabby care-taking person in calico let her into the shrouded hall.
It was ten o'clock before Abel and Judy returned, and from the hurried and agitated manner of their entrance, it was plain that the Bible class had not altogether appeased Judy's temper. "She's worn out, that's the matter," explained Abel, while they stopped to dry themselves in the kitchen. "You go straight upstairs to bed, Judy," said Sarah, "an' I'll send you up a cup of gruel by Abel.
Of course, mamma asked what Aunt Judy's story had been about, and heard; and heard, too, No. 6's little trouble lest she should have been guilty of the sin of real ingratitude; and, of course, mamma applauded Aunt Judy's explanation about the want of thought, very much indeed. "But, mamma," said No. 6 to her mother, "Aunt Judy said something about grown-up people having to learn to be thankful.
There had been the early start, the meeting of the queer boy at the crossroads the boy with the lazy air and the alert eyes; the crowding of the big carriage with two rather dowdy little country girls, one of whom was, in Judy's opinion, exceedingly pert, and the other exasperatingly placid; the laughter and the light-heartedness, the beauty of the blossoming spring world, the restfulness of the dim forest aisles, the excitement of the arrival on the banks of the stream, and the arrangement of the camp for the day.
In fact I don't know whether we ought to tell the Judge. We musn't raise false hopes." "Have you ever seen Captain Jameson?" "We were at college together," said Dr. Grennell; "that is the way I happened to come to Fairfax. I got my appointment to this church through Captain Jameson and his father." "Then couldn't you go on and see if he is really Judy's father?"
He had seen but few good pictures, but he had an unerring taste in the matter of art and was able to understand Judy's ravings. Molly and Edwin seemed to be floating above the earth. They touched ground occasionally to eat the very good food that the madame at Maison Chevillon served them or to pass the time of day with the other members of the party.
"And my Russian princess muff!" exclaimed Nance. "It was hidden with my treasures at the very bottom of my trunk!" "And do I not behold my favorite Shelley?" chimed in Edith, seizing a book that dangled by a cord from Judy's waist. "And I surelee it is my veree ancient kimono that hangs behind?" inquired Otoyo curiously. "I have it," announced judicial Margaret "Judy Kean is now a symbol.
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