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"Vell," cried the woman who had made me a prisoner, "I do declare I likes to see a puddle in a storm only look at the little biscuit-nibbler showing fight! Come, my lovey, you belongs to me." "Never!" exclaimed I with indignation. "Sall," cried the odious woman, "fetch a mop and a pail of dirty water, and I'll trundle that dirk out of his fist."
On the second floor there was great confusion; the telephone was ringing, servants were hurrying to and fro. "He'll choke to death before the doctor gets here!" they heard the nurse say as she ran through the hall. From the open nursery door they could hear the painful gasps and coughs of a child in great distress. Asia paused on the landing, but Lovey Mary darted forward.
"Put it right in your muff, lovey. Don't lose it. Dan or Jim will help you count your money, and keep things straight." "And to begin with, we'll all take a chance!" said the mayor, bringing his fat palm, full of silver, up from his pocket. "How old are you, Mommie?" "I'm thirty-seven, all but, as well you know, Frank!" said his wife, promptly. "Thirty-six AND thirty-seven for you, then!"
It was that awful smelly bottle Lovey gave your father. Tony smelled it talking to Mr. Forsythe at the gate and then again in the shed. He couldn't connect them at first; but after a while he remembered, and then he began to suspect something awful he oughtn't to have done it, but he did. He followed your father and Mr. Rogers out to the furnaces one night and saw Mr.
"I'll be a little late to the factory," she explained to Miss Hazy at breakfast, "for I've got to go on a' errand." It was an early hour for visitors at the city hospital, but when Lovey Mary stated her business she was shown to Kate's ward. At the far end of the long room, with her bandaged head turned to the wall, lay Kate.
But it was not the heat and discomfort alone that made her cheeks thin and her eyes sad and listless: it was the burden on her conscience, which seemed to be growing heavier all the time. One morning Mrs. Wiggs took her to task for her gloomy countenance. They met at the pump, and, while the former's bucket was being filled, Lovey Mary leaned against a lamp-post and waited in a dejected attitude.
Lovey Mary smiled faintly; for a month past she had been unconsciously striving to live up to Mrs. Wiggs's opinion of her, and the constant praise and commendation of that "courageous captain of compliment" had moved her to herculean effort. But a sudden catastrophe threatened her. She sat on the door-step, white and miserable.
"Ain't there any Catholics?" asked Lovey Mary. "Don't you see them hollyhawks an' snowballs an' laylacs? All of them are Catholics, takin' up lots of room an' needin' the prunin'-knife pretty often, but bringin' cheer and brightness to the whole garden when it needs it most. Yes, I guess you'd have trouble thinkin' of any sect I ain't got planted. Them ferns over in the corner is Quakers.
All day she worked with the thought of coming back to him at night; but with night came the dustman, and in spite of her games and stories Tommy's blue eyes would get full of the sleep-dust. Tonight, however, he was awake and talkative. "Ain't I dot no muvver?" he asked. "No," said Lovey Mary, after a pause. "Didn't I never had no muvver?"
"A spray of two roses in the centre, there 's the beginning; why, don't you see, dear Mrs. Bascom?" "Course I do," said Diadema, diving to the bottom of the dish-pan. "I've got my start now, and don't you say a word for a minute. The two roses grow out of one stalk; they'll be Lovey and me, though I'm consid'able more like a potato blossom.
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