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She had been out that day with Aunt Helen, and so was attired in the lovely blue silk and the real laces, which were Aunt Helen's gift, fastened at the throat by a tiny pearl, Abbie's last offering.
"Yes, and thank you, Judge Keane," said Miss Goldthwaite with a little grateful smile. "Even with Abbie's company, it is very dull when Frank is away. Won't you come in?" The judge shook his head, and turned to the gate again. "Not to-night, my dear. Good-night, and good-bye, Frank." "Have you no commissions, judge?" asked the minister.
Just smiled and said, 'All right, and told him to have a good time. And Abbie's supper didn't seem so good to him that night, and her cigars bein' five centers wa'n't in it with that Washington box. "Hannah didn't have dinner the next day until two o'clock, but 'twas worth waitin' for. Turkey was twenty-three cents a pound, but she had one, and plum puddin', too.
This boarding-house keeper, now she's just such a person, I dare say elderly, sober, experienced a married woman, probably, with a large family, no doubt? Abbie, Abbie! what did you say her last name was, my love?" Cornelia was so much amused at the idea of Abbie's being a married woman with a large family that she did not observe how Aunt Margaret, awaiting her answer, was all in a tremble.
"You've blundered in one item, mother," was Abbie's good-humored reply. "My toast is never burnt, and only this morning father pronounced it perfect." "Oh, she is developing!" answered Mrs. Ried, with a curious mixture of annoyance and amusement in look and tone. "If Mr.
But Abbie's always kept a firm hand on us an' prevented us from puttin' nonsensical notions into Delight's head. Much of the way she's turned out is due to Abbie's common sense. Well, the girl's a mighty nice one," concluded Zenas Henry. "There's none to match her." "You're right there!" Celestina assented cordially. "She's one in a hundred, in a thousand.
No sooner had Cornelia set foot within the threshold, and caught sight of Abbie's face, than it was borne in upon her that Bressant was not there; and the former, after questioning her about Sophie's non-appearance, confirmed her fear. He had not come, nor was it now probable that he would arrive before morning.
"Ester, will you pray?" questioned her cousin, as the reading ceased, and she softly closed her tiny book. Ester gave her head a nervous, hurried shake. "Then shall I? or, dear Ester, would you prefer to be alone?" "No," said Ester; "I should like to hear you?" And so they knelt, and Abbie's simple, earnest, tender prayer Ester carried with her for many a day.
Little that happens in our lives would seem trifling to us, could we but trace it, forward or backward, to the end. Friday, December 30th, was the day appointed for Abbie's ball, and the morning of the 28th had already dawned. Bressant stood, with his arms folded, at the window of his room, watching the downfall of a thickening snow-storm which had set in the previous midnight.
Now although Ester laughed again, at the mixture of comic and pathetic in Abbie's tone, yet something in the words had evidently embarrassed her. There was a little struggle in her mind, and then she came boldly forth with her honest thoughts. "Well, the strangeness is connected with religious topics in my mind also; even though I am a professing Christian I do not understand you.
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