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There is a fire-place for you, and the mark in the chimney-back of five hundred Christmas logs. Doubtless this great stone pavement of a floor was carpeted with straw at banquets, after the illustrious Becket's pattern. Here is a memento of the feast hanging up at the top of the kitchenward door a pair of roughly-forged, rusty handcuffs amalgamated into one pair of jaws, like a muskrat trap.
Do you feel like getting up and sitting out on the back porch, toward noon, maybe?" On her way kitchenward she stopped for a sharp tattoo at the door of the room in which Pa and Al slept. A sleepy grunt of remonstrance rewarded her. She came to Floss's door, turned the knob softly, peered in.
And they all pushed back their chairs, the children with a little scraping noise. And Robert looking at his watch thought it was time to leave, since the train would not wait for laggards. Then all in a moment it seemed he was going down the path again, his wife upon his arm. And Graham, who had disappeared kitchenward, returned and flung a handful of rice after them.
"A month!" the older sister echoed, indignantly, disappearing kitchenward on some errand. Presently the supper table was laid at Cherry's side, bees shot like bullets through the garden, birds settled for the night. Supper was ready; still there was no haste, no stir, no apparent effort. Alix came to her own porch chair for the long twilight.
"HOPE she is!" Mrs. Potts said heavily. "For if that young feller means business I miss MY guess!" "Oh, for pity's sake can't a man ask a girl to go walking without all this fuss!" Martie burst out angrily. "I NEVER heard so much crazy silly talk about nothing!" The last words were only an ashamed mumble as she disappeared kitchenward. "H'm!" said Mrs. Potts, eying Lydia over her glasses.
Although he looked hot, cross, and tired, more like a day-laborer than a gentleman plantation owner whose ancestors had always "planted from the saddle," his stride had a certain buoyancy which it had lacked the day before. With an idea of escaping Ricky by joining his brother, Val hurried downstairs and headed kitchenward.
Poverty had not robbed the four young hostesses of a cheery, happy-go-lucky air that charmed their more affluent guests. For an hour the congenial company talked and laughed as only girls can. Kathie finally excusing herself, disappeared kitchenward, presently returning with a huge, brown pitcher of lemonade and a plate piled high with crisp little cakes, which she assured were of her own making.
Jim will eat it all up to-morrow; he says he never gets enough to eat on Sundays.... But I can't understand, and I don't believe YET that I... Yes, it's written right here; I've got my eyes on it now! It's the most extraordinary...." A little vexed at Mrs. Harrington's unbounded amusement, Susanna terminated the conversation as soon as was decently possible, and went kitchenward.
He'll need nourishing victuals. And he ain't been gettin' anything of late, I guess, but what that child's messed up." She departed kitchenward. Janice and daddy looked at each other hopelessly. Then together, and in chorus, they murmured: "But I thought she had washed her hands of us!" "I don't want broth," grumbled Broxton Day, after a minute. "I want my dinner.
For a few minutes the sisters stared at each other, then Martie went to the side door, and called Teddy in as quiet a voice as she could command, and Lydia vanished kitchenward, with only one scared and reproachful look. But the evening was not over. After Teddy was in bed, Martie, staring at herself in the mirror, suddenly came to a new decision. She ran down to the study, and entered informally.
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