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"And just think," said Alexia, like a Job's comforter, and looking over at the clock, "it's only half-past eleven. Polly Pepper, there's time for oceans more to come in yet." "It's perfectly horrid to get such a scrap of an outing," said Joel that night, sprawling on the rug before the library fire, "only four days! Why couldn't Mr.
The girl was quite startled when she saw the tall dark figure suddenly beside her, the great bright eyes shining through the black veil. And how pale she was her cheeks were quite white! "Lor, Ma'm'selle," she cried, with loud-voiced sympathy, "how bad you do look!" "I'm tired," said Alexia abruptly. "Children, are you ready to go?" "Ready? Why, we ain't had half a walk!" demurred Tom.
"Well, I don't care," said Alexia, joining in the general laugh; "it's too mean for anything, Pickering, to say I fight, when everybody knows I suffer just everything before I say a word." "Oh, dear me!" cried Pickering faintly. "And when you two stop sparring," said Jasper, "perhaps we can do some work. Come now, Polly and I don't propose to do the whole."
"I sometimes know quite as much as a few other people of my acquaintance," she said pointedly. "I didn't say but that you did," said Alexia composedly. "I said you were generally a goose. And so you are. Why, everybody knows that, Cath." "Come, come, girls, don't fight," said Polly. "How can you when Phronsie is getting better? Alexia didn't mean anything, Cathie."
Oh, dear me!" and she looked so utterly miserable that Polly's brow cleared and she began to laugh. "Dear me!" she said, "it isn't a bit of matter, and see, I've ever so much done already on this. And I do believe we shall find that ten-dollar note sometime. I do verily believe so, Alexia." "So do I," cried Jasper heartily.
"Don't I, though!" he cried, with a nod at Polly and her friends. "But I'll find out when I do get home," the nod declared plainly. But Jasper also nodded. He said, "He won't get home till late; depend on me." And then "Come on, Joe," he cried; "I'm going to walk," and they were off. Alexia pinched Polly's gray woolen jacket sleeve convulsively. "What an escape," she breathed.
Alexia Boucheafen bent down, her hand gently swept the hair from the dead boy's forehead, and for a moment her lips rested upon it. "Poor boy," she murmured "you were too young, too weak! It was cruel. I did my best to save you, but I could not." "Mademoiselle, pray come," said the Doctor, turning from the door.
Chatterton stole out of the little reading-room next to them and shut herself up in her own apartment. "Dear me, how fine that doll's gown is to be, Polly," exclaimed Alexia after a bit. "Is the lace going on all around the bottom?" "Yes," said Polly, biting off her thread, and giving the muslin breadths a little shake; "Felicie is tucking the flounce; then I shall have to sew on the lace."
"Oh, what!" breathlessly cried Alexia, seizing his arm; "do tell me, Pickering, that is a dear oh, I thought I was talking to the girls I don't know what I'm doing anyway, Polly has so upset me." "Well, she has upset me, too, Alexia," said Pickering gloomily, "but it isn't her fault; she couldn't help it."
"Ugh!" cried Polly, and her pen slipped, making an awful scratch and just spoiling the best notice she had written. Jasper raised his head and cast a warning glance over the table at Alexia, but it was too late. "I do believe we shall find it some time," said Polly, scraping away with the ink-eraser and only making matters worse. "Take care, Polly; the ink is too fresh," warned Jasper.
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