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The color of her eyes was open to speculation; when they had changed from gray to green, from green to hazel, and from hazel to purple, Amarilly gave up the enigma. The color of her complexion changed, too, in the varying tints of peaches. "I do b'lieve she ain't got no make-up on," declared Amarilly wonderingly. The little daughter of the stage-hand had not overappraised the diamond.
The Boarder, Lily Rose, and naturally all the Jenkinses, want you to perform the ceremony. The Boarder, being shy and retiring, forbore to ask you, and Amarilly for some reason desired me to ask you if you would officiate, and I assured her you would gladly do so." "I should have felt hurt," replied John with a happy smile, "if they had asked anyone else to marry them.
You'll have my sympathy and help in everything that makes you feel bad, whether it's right or wrong." "Oh, Mr. Derry, we are all going away way off to the country to live on a farm!" "Amarilly, you little city brat! You'd be a misfit on a farm. Tell me what has sent the Jenkins family into the open." Faithfully Amarilly enumerated the pros and cons of the agricultural venture.
"Oh, Amarilly, has Mr. Phillips censored that word, too? I was in hopes he would never hear you say 'surplus, so he could not correct you." "I told him you didn't want me to speak correctly," said Amarilly a little resentfully. "You did!" cried Colette, looking rather abashed. "And what did he say?" "He said it was selfish in you to think more of your amusement than of my improvement."
She turned and doubled and dodged successfully. By a course circuitous she returned to Hebrew haunts, this time to seek, one Abram Canter, a little wizened, gnome-like Jew. Assuring herself that there was no other than the proprietor within, Amarilly entered and handed over the surplice for appraisal. Once more the garment was held aloft.
"Bud, you haven't made your speech, yet," said Amarilly, wistfully, realizing that the majority was against her. "Bud won't go till fall," said Mrs. Jenkins. "Till fall!" cried Amarilly faintly. "Why, when are we going?" "Next week," answered the Boarder jubilantly.
"Eleven dollars and forty-seven cents for Co," announced Amarilly. The little girl's eyes shone through her tears. "Seems too bad that Iry is the only one left out," said Mrs. Jenkins. "When he gits old enough to work, he can come in," said Milt. "Add her up, Amarilly." "Three hundred and sixty-nine dollars and sixty-seven cents!" almost screamed Amarilly. "Gee!" chorused the boys.
Jenkins, who deemed it an ideal place in which to keep her tubs, mops, boiler, and wringer. Milt had designs upon it for a boy's reading-room and club; Flamingus coveted a gymnasium. Bobby, Bud, Cory, and Iry had already appropriated it as a playhouse. Amarilly openly and ably defended Gus and his cherished, illusory plan. Of all her brothers, he was the one to whom her heart most inclined.
"I ain't nuther. I bought me some rubbers and Iry some playthings." "How much have you got, Co?" asked Amarilly gently. "Two dollars and ninety-seven cents," she said, weeping profusely. "I think that's pretty good for a little girl," said Amarilly. "All you strapping boys ought to chip in out of your cash on hand what isn't in the bank and give her some so she could be in on it.
On this occasion she fastened it with the black velvet bows, and arrayed herself in the white dress Mrs. Jimmels had given her. "I declar, Amarilly," exclaimed her mother, "I believe you're agrowin' purty!" Amarilly's eyes danced, and she gave her mother a spontaneous and rewarding hug. She didn't do her own ushering this time, and was consequently seated most inconspicuously near the entrance.
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