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There was no fire in the parlor, and in the sitting-room were Andrew, John Sargent, and Mrs. Wetherhed. It seemed to her highly important that Ellen should see her caller by herself, but how to take him into that cold parlor? Finally, however, she made up her mind to do so. She opened the parlor door. "Please walk in this way, Mr. Lloyd," said she, and Robert followed her in.
Wetherhed had been in, and told Fanny that she had heard that Robert Lloyd was to be married to Maud Hemingway; and both Andrew and Fanny had thought of that as the cause of Ellen's changed face. "You'd better take that broom out into the shed, and get the snow off yourself, and come in and shut the door," Fanny said, shortly.
She waved a whole yard of silk of the most brilliant blue before Ellen's dazzled eyes. "There!" said she, triumphantly, "if you will tell Aunty Wetherhed where you've been, and all about it, she'll give you all this beautiful silk to make a new dress for your new dolly." Ellen looked in the woman's face, she looked at the blue silk, and she looked at the doll, but she was silent.
Those little Blake children next door are fairly starving. They are going around to the neighbors' swill-buckets it's a fact just like little hungry dogs, and it's precious little they find in them. Mrs. Wetherhed has let her sewing-machine go, and Edward Morse is going to be sold out for taxes. And that isn't all." Abby lowered her voice a little.
"Tell Aunty Wetherhed: that's a good girl," said the stout woman. "Where are those things she had when I first saw her?" asked Mrs. Zelotes, suddenly. Eva went into the sitting-room, and fetched them out the bunch of pinks, the cup and saucer, and the doll. Ellen's eyes gave a quick look of love and delight at the doll.
Her face was no longer strange with unwonted sweetness as she looked at Fanny. Andrew put his face down to Ellen's again. "Father knows she didn't steal the things; never mind," he whispered. Suddenly the stout woman made a soft, ponderous rush out of the room and the house. She passed the window with oscillating swiftness. "Where's Miss Wetherhed gone?" said one woman to another.
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