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They were grouped around the room in the fading western light, Gypsy and Tom together by the window, Winnie perched demurely on the piano-stool, and Joy on the cricket at Mrs. Breynton's feet. The faint light was touching her face, and her mournful dress with its heavy crape trimmings,—there were no white chenille and silver brooches now; Joy had laid these things aside of her own wish.
"Ain't they good to her where she is?" asked Pete, who knew something of the family history. "Yes," answered Dan; "but she is not happy: she is homesick, and I want to bring her home." And something in the tone of the boyish voice told Pete that, with Aunt Winnie and a home, Dan would be secured as his faithful henchman forever. "I don't blame you," he said.
"When I went away from the house to-day, Patty was at home, so, though I knew it was Winnie's day off, I felt all right about Baby. Then, while we were out walking, I saw Winnie go by, and soon after I felt a a sort of presentiment that I must go home. I couldn't tell why, only I felt I must come back to the house at once. So I did, and everything seemed to be all right.
She had each dozen in its paper, tied and labeled, in the wink of an eye, almost. In our department there were three boys who raced up and down with trucks; one other who wrapped the sheets when he did not have his arm gayly around some girl; and the little man to pack the goods in their shipping boxes and nail them up. There were two forewomen—pretty, freckled-faced Tess and the masculine Winnie.
"There are such lots of things I should like to buy," Evan said. "I should like to buy mother a new Sunday bonnet, and I should like to get you a pound of bacca; and Winnie wants a new pair of boots and stockings, and there's lots of things I should like to get for Harry, and some warm gloves for Sue, and and no end of things."
Coming from the direction of the ravine were Constance and Cecil, Winnie and Sammy, and passing Gresham and Birchard with the nod of compulsion Johnny walked carelessly on to meet the quartet. "Good morning, Cecil," he observed. "Your brothers are about to hold a meeting in the east loggia, and I think they're looking for you." "No doubt," admitted Cecil wearily.
She was a young person, all yellow curls and fluffy white skirts and tiny perfect teeth and distracting dimples. "Miss Wright's room is in perfect order," reported Winnie, setting Shirley down and straightening her pink sash. "I put on the embroidered bureau scarf and the best linen sheets and pillow cases, just as you said, Rosemary."
I lent the drink of Day To gods for feast; I poured the river of Night On gods surceased: Their blood was Nin-ki-gal's. And there, at the feet of the awful jesting hag, Circumstance, I could only cry 'Winnie! my poor Winnie! while over my head seemed to pass Necessity and her black ages of despair. When I came to myself I said to the woman, 'You can point out the grave?
And, though she might never see him again for she would be turned on seventy next Thursday, she prayed for her dear boy nights, and dreamed of him constant. And, begging God to bless him and keep him from harm, she was his affectionate aunt, Winnie Curley.
Please believe me when I say that we shall all of us understand perfectly if you think that we had best not meet again at present; and that this will make no difference whatever in our feelings." This letter Montague sent by a messenger; and then he went home. Perhaps ten minutes after he arrived, the telephone bell rang and there was Mrs. Winnie. "Your note has come," she said.
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