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'Yes indeed, Biddy, it is, Alie replied. 'I can scarcely believe it. And fancy, in five years more you will be twenty-one! 'I hope I shall go on growing till then, said Biddy, whose great ambition was to be as tall as her sister. 'Some girls do, don't they? And I have grown a good deal this year.
But no a very short search dispelled that possibility, and the pony had to be saddled again for Rough to set off as fast as he could to Seacove to inquire if the truant had perhaps followed Celestina home. 'And your father not in yet either, said Mrs. Vane. 'Oh, Alie, what can be the matter?
'What a funny name! she exclaimed. Biddy's collection of adjectives did not seem to be a very large one. 'Do say it again; oh, please do. 'Biddy, I think you are rather rude, said Alie severely. 'You wouldn't like any one to say your name was funny. 'I didn't mean began Bridget as usual, but Celestina quietly interrupted. 'I don't mind; she's only a little girl.
'She is a very nice mamma, isn't she, Alie? said Biddy with satisfaction, when they found themselves out in the street again. 'Yes, said Rosalys. But she spoke rather absently. She was wondering what made Bridget so nice sometimes, and sometimes so very tiresome and heedless. 'I wonder if it would have been better for her if she was more like that little Celestina, she thought.
'It wasn't the bazaar people at all, said Rough, chiming in; 'it was all right. Only, Biddy, you are really too stupid, the muddley way you tell things 'Yes, agreed Alie, with natural vexation, 'you needn't make it seem as if we had all gone out of our minds, really. 'I didn't mean, started Biddy again, and still more lugubriously. 'Stop, Bride, said Mr.
She did not often look like that, fortunately, for it made her almost ugly. And though her face cleared a little after a while, still it was gloomy, like the darkening sky outside, when she followed Alie downstairs to tea, after they had taken off their things and the torn frock had been changed. Things had hardly got into their regular order yet at Seacove Rectory.
But families should be settled better and oh, Alie, I have so torn my frock, and it's my afternoon one my new merino. Rosalys looked much concerned. 'What a pity! she exclaimed. 'I wish we hadn't played in the sand. But really, Biddy, you are very unlucky. I've been jumping just as much as you, and I've got no harm.
'I am afraid, the stranger began, but before she could say another word, or before Alie had time to do more than think to herself, much more quickly than it takes to tell it, that surely she should know that sweet pale face and bright though gentle eyes, Biddy had darted forward and was throwing her arms round the young girl's neck. 'Don't you know her, Alie? she cried. 'I do.
'Yes, he is just going just. Look, children. Alie turned too, but Biddy walked on. 'I don't want to look again, she said. 'I've said good-night to him once. Mrs. Vane glanced at Rosalys. 'What's the matter now? her glance seemed to say. Rosalys smiled back. 'It isn't naughtiness, she whispered. 'It's only some fancy. And so it was.
Set over the fire five spoonfuls of new milk, and put two bits of sugar into it; the moment it boils, pour it into the flour and water, and stir it over a slow fire twenty minutes." Great Alie Street. It must be made with equal parts of water and of good fresh milk, and ought to be slightly sweetened with loaf sugar; a small pinch of table salt should be added to it.
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