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The scrap of paper in her bosom was no longer a receipt for money paid, but an Aladdin's lamp producing untold wealth. That night the music burst from her lips before she had taken off her cloak and hat. "You made six hundred dollars, Abbie! You!" cried the mother, with a note of wonder in her voice.
One of the leaders started to search them; and when he drew his hands out of Bridge's side pockets his eyes went wide, and he gave a cry of elation which drew excited inquiries from all sides. "By gum!" he cried, "I reckon we ain't made no mistake here, boys. Look ahere!" and he displayed two handsful of money and jewelry. "Thet's Abbie Prim's stuff," cried one.
"Why, there's Abbie Snover," said Jennie Chipman. "She's turnin' down the road to Mile Corners," added Judie Wing. Aunt Alphie Newberry opened the door to the three women: "Whatever's the matter to be bringin' you callin' so early?" "Ain't you heard yet?" "We come to tell you." "My! my! my! What can have happened?" Aunt Alphie exclaimed. "Old Chris died last night "
It's up to you, I tell you, and you've got to show what's in you. If you get stuck and need advice, come to me." He handed the priest a sum of money to cover immediate contingencies, and departed. His letter to Abbie that afternoon was so blue that the housekeeper felt sure he was "coming down" with some disease or other.
Foster had been so entirely her guide how could she ever endure it? Ester doubted much whether Abbie could ever bear to see her again, she had been so closely connected with all these bright days, over which so fearful a pall had fallen. It would be very natural if she should refuse even to see her and, indeed, Ester almost hoped she would.
Abbie, at the present time, was a taciturn personage, neither tall nor short, stout nor thin. Her eyebrows were straight and strongly marked, and much darker than her hair, which, indeed, had begun to turn gray several years before.
"It is your brother, it is Prince James." The Pretender came forward, holding out his hand. "Am I welcome, Anne?" he said heavily. The Queen stared at him with dull eyes. "It is King Charles," she said, and stirred in her chair and gave a foolish laugh. "No, but he is like King Charles. But King Charles had so many sons. Who is he, Abbie? Why does he come? The Council is waiting."
This abbie was called saint Austins after his name, one Peter being the first abbat thereof. The church there was not consecrated by Augustine, but by his successor Laurence, after he was dead. Also king Ethelbert builded the church of saint Andrews in Rochester. Higd.
Every day they yelled the two names as they passed the big house. They yelled them on their way to and from school, and on their way to Giddings's Hill to slide. The older boys took it up, and yelled it when they saw Abbie and Old Chris on Main Street Saturday mornings. And finally they rimed it into a couplet, "Ab-bie Sno-ver, an' Old Chris We saw Chris an' Ab-bie kiss!" It was too much.
Abbie had sent for her. Abbie wanted her; she had sent twice. Evidently she had turned to her for help. Miserably unable as she felt herself to give it, still it was a comfort to feel that she was the one selected from the household for companionship. Ester knew that Mrs.
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