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And when it was decided that Aunt Priscilla would come he was really glad. Aunt Priscilla's captious talk did not always proceed from an unkindly heart. Betty made a violent protest at first. "After all, it will not be quite so bad as I thought," she admitted presently. "I shall go to Uncle Win's twice as often, and I have always been so fond of him. And things are prettier there, somehow.
Even Aunt Priscilla was pleased when Doris came up to Sudbury Street, and wanted her full share of every visit. And they were all amazed when she went over to Uncle Win's to spend a day and was very cordial with Miss Recompense.
And, realizing from the wide-open eyes of the old lady near him that all confidential communications were over, Dan kissed Aunt Win's withered cheek, and, his heart swelling with feelings he could not speak, took his way back to Saint Andrew's, all his dreams, hopes, ambitions for the future strangely shaken. Aunt Win, gentle, loving, heartsick, homesick Aunt Win!
"No doubt of it," Max replied, looking critically at the almost completed pulpit decorations. "Indeed, there is a story that he was entertained at Laurel Manor. Ask Uncle about it," he added, not noticing Win's start of interest. "He's awfully keen on that legend. I suppose it is very likely true though I don't know that there is any real proof.
And from that time on Win's attenuated meals were eked out by Cupid's presentation chocolates and marshmallows. Of the latter a novelty to her she and Sadie were very fond. They seemed nourishing, too, or, at all events, "filling," and came in handy when you had allotted yourself only five cents for luncheon.
At last the procession had moved on so far that this girl arrived at the lighted window. Win's heart, which had missed a beat in a sudden flurry of fear now and then, began to pound like a hammer. For the first time she could see the god in the machine, the superintendent of Peter Rolls's vast store, a kind of prime minister with more power than the king.
We will tell them after I have seen Carrie." "I certainly do," Win declared. "Fran couldn't keep that secret one half day. It wouldn't interest the kid." The absence of the family did not prevent Win's enjoyment of the Manor library and during his mother's stay in London, he paid it several visits.
It wasn't so much what he did say, as what we thought he might be going to. We had to turn around and come home long before we wanted to, just on account of that child." "If you had only thought to have Win sing to him," said Catherine. "He will drop off to sleep with the least assistance, even when he seems widest awake, and Win's lullabies are irresistible. There! that's the last curtain.
You're the picture postal, you are! Never you mind these dames. Say the word and we'll make up with a large time to-night. I'll blow you through all the best movies and stake you to an ice-cream, soda. Do you get yes?" Despite his well-meant solicitude, however, Win's vitality was at an exceedingly low ebb toward five o'clock in the afternoon of the third day.
"Oh, sinners, yer may stan' dar er laffin', Wile de res' uv us er quaffin' Uv de streams wich de win's is er waffin' Right fresh fum de heb'nly sho'. "But, min', der's er day is er comin', Wen yer'll hyear a mighty pow'ful hummin'; Wen dem angels is er blowin' an' er drummin', In de awful jedgment day.
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