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But what's the use," he persisted as she answered nothing, "in loving a person with the prejudice hereditary or other to which you're precisely obnoxious? Do you positively LIKE to love in vain?" It was a question, the way she turned back to him seemed to say, that deserved a responsible answer. "Yes." "What's extraordinary then is your idea of my finding any charm in Aggie's ignorance."
"That's just what I'm telling you," insisted Jimmy vehemently, excited beyond all reason by receiving even this small bit of sympathy. "I'm ill," he declared. No sooner had he made the declaration than he began to believe in it. His doleful countenance increased Aggie's alarm. "My angel-face," she purred, and she took his chubby cheeks in her hands and looked down at him fondly.
"That's the way invalids always have their hair," was Aggie's laconic reply, and she continued to plait the obstinate curls. "I won't have it like that!" declared Zoie, and she shook herself free from Aggie's unwelcome attentions and proceeded to unplait the hateful pigtail. "Alfred would leave me." Aggie shrugged her shoulders.
"We'd better keep him warm, hadn't we?" suggested Alfred, remembering Aggie's previous instructions on a similar occasion. "I'll put him in his crib," he decided, and thereupon he made a quick move toward the bassinette. Staggering back from the cradle with the unsteadiness of a drunken man Alfred called upon the Diety.
"Oh too awful!" "Well, of course," the girl appeared assentingly to muse, "she couldn't after all have dreamed !" But she took herself up. "The great thing is to be helpful." "And in what way ?" Mitchy asked with his wonderful air of inviting competitive suggestions. "Toward Aggie's finding herself. Do you think," she immediately continued, "that Lord Petherton really is?"
Aunt Mary bestowed a strong businesslike peck, emphasized by contact with the point of a stone-cold nose, on Magdalen's cheek. Aunt Aggie greeted her niece with small inarticulate cluckings of affection. Have you ever kissed a tepid poached egg? Then you know what it is to salute Aunt Aggie's cheek. "Where are Fay and Bessie?" enquired Aunt Mary instantly.
She had read somewhere of the value of such records of impressions: 10 A.M. Gull on rock. Very pretty. Frightened away by the McDonald person, who has just taken up his customary position. Is he reading or watching this camp? Detective is breakfasting through glasses, he is eating canned corn. Aggie pickerel, from bank. Aggie's cat, beside her, has caught a small fish.
"Dan's a good, truthful boy, ma'am." "What did he tell you?" The moment had come for Aggie's master-stroke, and she fixed her eyes keenly on Mrs. Brent to watch the effect of her words. "He said he was at work in the garden, ma'am, when Master Jonas " "WHAT!" exclaimed Mrs. Brent, staring at the girl in dismay. "He was at work in the garden, ma'am when Master Jonas " "What do you mean, girl?
"Which particular one of these would you recommend?" asked the practical Aggie of the Superintendent as she surveyed the first lot. "Well, it's largely a matter of taste, ma'am," he answered. "This seems a healthy little chap," he added, and seizing the long white clothes of the nearest infant, he drew him across his arm and held him out for Aggie's inspection.
For an instant he stood in the centre of the room, wavering as to which side to surrender himself. The thunderous tones of the enraged father drew nearer; he threw himself on the floor and attempted to roll under the bed; the space between the railing and the floor was far too narrow. Why had he disregarded Aggie's advice as to diet?
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