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As Alexia stepped out into its glare, she stopped and almost staggered, putting her hand to her throat, while she shivered violently. The round-eyed maid, watching, was quite sympathetic. No wonder she felt odd, poor young lady, remembering what had happened to her the last time she was out! "Where shall we go?" demanded Tom, tugging at Alexia's hand. "Want to go an' see Mrs.
"Dear me!" when a voice, "Polly Pepper, Pol ly Pepper!" called after her. She looked back, and there, with the window screen up, and her face thrust well forward, was Alexia's aunt, loudly summoning her.
I can't write those notes, but I can get the place ready;" and he began to pile the books on a chair. As he went around to Alexia's place she looked up and fixed her gaze past him, not noticing his attempt to speak. "All right; if she wants to act like that, I'm willing," said Pickering to himself savagely and coolly going on with his work.
Polly Pepper, hurrying home from Alexia's, ran in by the gateway, and down by a short cut over the grass, her feet keeping time to a merry air that had possessed her all the afternoon. "How fine," she cried to herself, "our garden party will be! and we've gotten on splendidly with our fancy things this afternoon.
"Oh, Papa Fisher!" cried Polly in dismay, turning from one of Alexia's sallies, and dropping her spoon. "Now you're all tired out too bad!" Mother Fisher flushed up, and set her lips closely together. Ben looked disapproval across the board, and Polly knew that the wrong thing had been said. "Oh! I didn't mean of course you must take care of the sick people," she said impulsively.
"Well, maybe I can do it," persisted Alexia, "if I could only try." "You may try," said Polly, pushing the paper toward her, when she saw Alexia's face, "but it's no matter anyway, I'll write another." And she had already begun it when Alexia threw down the ink-eraser. "It's no sort of use," she said, "and I've made a shocking hole in the paper.
She pointed tragically up to the big clock. "And I promised to be at Alexia's " The last words came back to him as she disappeared out to the veranda and down the steps, racing off as hard as she could. Frick got off from his chair, took three or four steps hopelessly, then stiffened up.
All this the Doctor noted as he took the soft slim hand, and answered as briefly as he could the voluble speech of thanks which the young man tendered him, speaking in English less correct than Alexia's and with a certain extravagance of expression and manner which discomfited George Brudenell, and which he decided was wholly French.
Goodness me! we never could do it, with all this candy to make, and get our Club supper to-night." Polly stopped short, and seized Alexia's arm. "Oh, don't feel badly!" she gasped, and then, thinking, "It's better to have the whole out at once," she finished in one breath, "Your aunt wants some green floss, Alexia."
Polly was having a bad half-hour with herself, despite all the attractions up in Alexia's pretty room. "It's no use," she cried, throwing down the little brush with which she was whisking off the dainty bureau-cover. The girls were "setting up" the various adornments that were plentifully strewn about, an occupation that Polly dearly loved, and that Alexia as dearly hated. "I must go home."
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