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I wanted to go also, but the girls protested. "YOU must stay and keep us cheered up," implored Felicity. "I just don't know how I'm ever going to put in the afternoon. I promised Kitty Marr that I'd go down and spend it with her, but I can't now. And I can't knit any at my lace. I'd just keep thinking, 'What is the use? Perhaps it'll all be burned up to-morrow."
We are due at St. Benet's now. We ought to be going back at once." Rosalind Merton's only answer was to slip off her waterproof cloak and stand arrayed in a fascinating toilet of silk and lace a little too dressy, perhaps, even for an afternoon party at Kingsdene, but vastly becoming to its small wearer. Priscilla opened her eyes wide as she gazed at her companion.
But I don't think we were quite so much at our ease with her ladyship as when I sate pulling out my lace in my skull-cap. And she left her love for you; and, though she was going away, you were not to forget her. Sister thought such a message would set you up too much, and told me she would not be chargeable for the giving it you.
"Then what becomes of your photographs?" demanded Isobel, promptly, her quick eyes having discovered the pictures of two ladies in silver frames on a writing-table. "I take care to put them away. There is always plenty of warning. No ordinary sea can trouble a big hulk like the Kansas." "Is that your mother, the dear old lady in the lace cap?" "Yes, and the other is my sister." "Oh, really!
"No!" cried Darsie firmly. "You are my childhood's friend, and I love you dearly, but wear lace frills with a linen collar at my Orchard party you shall not! Miserable woman! Will you never learn how to dress?" "I paid eleven-three for it, near the end of a term. Thought I would please you this time! Hate the tickling stuff myself.
Why were you having sad thoughts?" "Well, then, I really can't understand why. There's no need to fret over changes. At the long end the great change puts all right. Charlotte, I have been coming to Barf Latrigg's shearings for about half a century. I remember the first. I held my nurse's hand, and wore such a funny little coat, and such a big lace collar.
It made a palace out of that dingy furniture shop. Hand me my handkerchief, dear." Stephen noticed with a pang that the lace of it was frayed and torn at the corner. There was a knock at the door. "Come in," said Mrs. Brice, hastily putting the handkerchief down. Hester stood on the threshold, and old Nancy beside her. "Evenin', Mis' Brice.
If he comes to-morrow morning to give up all his lace, do try to remember how my little all has been ruined in the wash, and I am sick of working at it." "My dear, he is no smuggler. I begin to recollect. He was down here in the summer, and I made a great mistake. I took him for Rideout; and I did the same to-day. When I see him to-morrow, I shall beg his pardon.
To his ears it sounded like the fiat of inexorable fate, and he only gazed, with a look of comical deprecation at the youthful orator who was gesticulating with the lace fichu, to the destruction of its carefully laid folds. "Polly, your father would not listen to such a thing for a moment," he jerked out, getting very red in the face. "But he won't have to; he never need know a word about it!"
"There's such a love of a lace jacket in her second drawer, girls; my eyes water with envy every time I get a glimpse of it; and a few of those ravishing stocks that you've been laying in of late wouldn't come amiss. There's that lavender satin waist, too, you bought at Jerome's the other day.