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"After all we didn't promise," said Cecy. "No, and Papa never said a word about our not playing it," added Katy, to whom "Papa" was authority, and must always be minded, while Aunt Izzie might now and then be defied. So they all went up stairs. Dorry and John, though half undressed, were allowed to join the game. Philly was fast asleep in another room. It was certainly splendid fun.
A line had been drawn through this last word, and another word written above it; but the ink was so faded, the page so woolly and thin with use, that it was impossible to decipher the correction; perhaps it was "mother-wort," an herb Philly did not know; or it might be "mandrake"? It looked as much like one as the other, the writing was so blurred and dim.
"Oh no, sir," Philly said, smiling. "Do you dislike them the young man or the old man?" "Oh no, father. I love one of them." "Then why not go to his church? Either minister can give you the seeds of salvation; one not less than the other. Why not sit under either ministry?" "I don't know," Philippa said, faintly. And indeed she did not know why she absented herself.
"Clover!" cried Katy, "won't you run down and ask Philly to come up to me? Speak pleasantly, you know!" "I spoke pleasantly real pleasantly, but it wasn't any use," said Johnnie, on whom the wrongs of the chicks had evidently made a deep impression. "What a mischief Phil is getting to be!" said Elsie. "Papa says his name ought to be Pickle."
Yes, ma'am; I got it. I'll show what it says about the black ox " "No; you needn't," Miss Philly said; "you pick some more seeds for me, and I'll just look at it." She touched the stained old book with shrinking fingertips; the moldering leather cover and the odor of soiled and thumb-marked leaves offended her.
Philly was playing before breakfast that it was a pig: no wonder, I'm sure, for it looks good for nothing else. How you do manage to spoil your school-books in this manner, Katy, I cannot imagine. It is less than a month since your father got you a new algebra, and look at it now not fit to be carried about. I do wish you would realize what books cost!
Try the mystic page, and read What the vision has decreed. Philly, holding her red lip between her teeth, turned the pages: "MONEY. TO DREAM OF FINDING MONEY; MOURNING AND LOSS. She shut the book sharply, then opened it again. She looked furtively at Mary; but the child, pulling down a great hollyhock to pick the fuzzy yellow disks, was not noticing Miss Philly's interest in the "foolish book."
Wait till my Sneezer comes home and sees it Tut, tut! He ain't mebbe comin' home no mo'!" "Oh, yes, he will, Mammy June," Philly said comfortingly. "Don't know. These boys ups and goes away from their mammies and ain't never seen nor heard of again." "But Sneezer loved you too well to stay away always," Alice Armatage said.
Faint from the all-night strain upon her feelings, Phillida returned to her home from the Graydon to find her mother and sister at breakfast. "Philly, you're 'most dead," said Agatha, as Phillida walked wearily into the dining-room by way of the basement door. "You're pale and sick. Here, sit down and take a cup of coffee."
"Oh no, father," Philly said, briefly, her face very pink. William King sniffed and laughed. "Ah, I see you don't give away your secrets to a rival," he said; and added, pleasantly, "but don't give your tea to Hannah without telling me what it is." Miss Philippa said, dutifully, "Oh no, sir." But she did not tell him what the "tea" was, and certainly she offered none of it to old Hannah.
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