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Updated: May 15, 2025
Alfy leapt from her little bed with an answering cry, frightened by Dorothy's screech, and hurriedly demanding: "Why why what?" then rubbed her eyes and stood transfixed with horror. A moment later the whole house was in an uproar.
Looks more as if that lamb had bumped its itsy witsy heady and made it bleed. That's some Indian 'mark' that the maker of the basket put on it. Don't try to get up any excitement over that." Alfy shook her head but Dorothy did not look up. She was searching the soft, wilted grass that lined the basket; and, in the bottom, tied to a bunch of faded flowers was a little glistening stone.
We rode the two miles, as I do not think Dora and I would ever have floundered through the mud and torrents that ran down the lanes. It was just as if the farm had been built in the lower circle, and the cottages in Malebolge itself, where the poor little Alfy, so pure when it started from Kalydon Moor, brought down to them all the leakage of that farmyard.
'You've got to cough like Father and Charlie, and though He might raise my boy up yet anyhow, Alfy boy, if God sees it good for us, it will be good for us, and we shall be helped through with it. 'But I'm not good, Mother! What will become of me? 'Perhaps the hearing this is all out of God's mercy, to give you time to get ready, my dear.
What an eye you've got, child of mortality! Why I couldn't ha' done better myself! Glory be!" shouted the excited ranchman, fairly dancing in his pride and glee. Then he helped Alfy up from the ground, where she still lay, wondering at the excitement about her, and peered critically into her blue orbs. "However could you see it? That fur away?" "Why why, I didn't see it at all.
And as for his being set to carry trays to a bound-out girl from the almshouse that was the bitterest drop in his cup of woe. He had been sternly prohibited from "hectoring" the little maid, and the prohibition sat heavily upon him. So heavily, indeed, that no matter who had crossed his path when he was again liberated, that person was doomed to suffer what Alfy had been spared.
After the landlady's departure the house became strangely quiet. The men who had been talking outside sought their own rest, and the anxious watchers missed the murmur of voices and the sense of protection which the presence of even these strangers gave. While Mrs. Ford was still restlessly pacing the long piazza, Alfy slipped within.
But Alfy was poor and intensely grateful for all his parents were doing for her. She would be the one to soothe his self-esteem and overlook the episode, he thought, and so he appealed to her. Alfy's opening remark had been: "I can't say I think very well.
It was just as Alfy had said: the bottom of the lake was clearly visible everywhere, and no frightful object marred its beauty. Dorothy was utterly quiet now but her searching gaze never lifted from the water, as Herbert patiently rowed around and around. The group on the bank waited also in silence, though certain after that first circuit of the pond that Jim was not there.
Dorothy stared, amazed; but she needn't have done so: Alfy was "her mother's daughter" as the saying goes, and inherited that good woman's love of horseflesh and fearlessness; and as she settled herself and received the bridle reins she kept murmuring the marvellous fact: "A whole horse mine! And Ma Babcock's only got Barnaby!"
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