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"Couldn't a body curl their hair when nater intended it to curl, and mourn a-plenty, too?" For her part, she believed it people's duty to look as well as they could, mournin' or not mournin', and Katy couldn't look much wus' than she did, with her hair shoved back under that net, unless it was when she wore that heathenish cap, which made her look so like a grandmother.
"Brides mustn't ask questions. Go on with yours." "Mine is from Louisa Agnew, quite a long one, too. It's an age since we heard from her, you know." ASHBURN, April 24. DEAR KATY, Your delightful letter and invitation came day before yesterday, and thank you for both. There is nothing in the world that would please me better than to come to your wedding if it were possible, but it simply isn't.
At the close of the meal Linda sat waiting. Eileen gave Katy instructions to have things ready for a midnight lunch for her and John Gilman and then, humming her tune again, she left the dining room and went upstairs. Linda stood looking after her. "Now or never," she said at last. "I have no business to let her meet John until I have recovered my self-respect.
This part she did not like: "they mumbled their words so nobody could understand more than if they spoke a heathenish tongue," she thought, and she was beginning to yawn when a nudge from Mattie and a whisper, "There they come," roused her from her stupor, and looking up she saw both Helen and Katy entering their box, and with them Mark Ray and Wilford Cameron.
"She says she can't never be sure how hers is a-comin' out. Do what she can, it will be either too much or too little; but Miss Scudder's is always jest so. 'Law, says I, 'Cerinthy Ann, it's faculty, that's it; them that has it has it, and them that hasn't why, they've got to work hard, and not do half so well, neither." Mrs. Katy took all these praises as matter of course.
The table was covered with books and boxes; colored lithographs were pinned on the walls; a huge blue rosette ornamented the head-board of the bed; the blinds were tied together with pink ribbon; over the top of the window was a festoon of hemlock boughs, fresh and spicy. The effect was fantastic, but cheery; and Katy and Clover exclaimed, with one voice, "How pretty!"
"You're the feller that beat Boyle to it, too," added the chief; "and I want to tell you, pardner, I take off my katy to you. You're one smart guy!" "You'll find your man on down the road about a quarter," directed Slavens, on whose ear the encomiums of Ten-Gallon fell without savor. "I heard in Meander today that you'd sold out to Boyle," said Ten-Gallon.
Cameron was very pale, while Wilford's face looked dark and anxious, as he said: "You think he understands it, then?" "Yes, in part. Of course he cannot make a very connected story out of her ravings; but that he believes you had a wife before Katy, I am sure, just as I am that the world will be none the wiser for his knowledge. I knew Dr.
But, my poor journal, you can't stand any more such stuff, can you? But tell me one thing, am I Katy or am I Kate? YESTERDAY I felt better than I have done since the accident. I ran about the house quite cheerily, for me. I wanted to see mother for something, and flew singing into the parlor, where I had left her shortly before. But she was not there, and Dr. Elliott was.
"I only go there when I nade something about me work." "Well, Katy," said Linda, "let me tell you this: the next time you go there for anything take a good look for Japs before you open the door. Get what you want and get out as quickly as possible and be sure, Katy, desperately sure, that you lock the door securely when you leave."
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