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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.
If they didn't want her bad enough to run an ad, they couldn't hev missed her very much." "That's so," agreed the Boarder, convinced by Bobby's able argument. "Most likely she doesn't belong to any one," was Amarilly's theory. "She just came to stay a while, and then she'll go away again." "She won't git no chanst to 'scape, unless she kin go out the way the chillern does," laughed Mrs. Jenkins.
Shrewdly Derry divined the situation and relieved it by rattling on with a surface banter that demanded no response. "These refreshments," he observed, "are certainly the handiwork of my little maid. They have a flavor all her own. I am proud of Amarilly's English, too." "I wonder," said Colette, "if you are doing quite right, Mr. Phillips, in improving Amarilly to such an extent?
Shyly and perversely Lily Rose had postponed the trying on of her borrowed wedding waist until the day preceding the great event. "There won't be time to fit it," pleaded Amarilly. And Lily Rose had smiled a faraway smile and said her veil would cover it anyway. But finally Amarilly's pleas prevailed and the beloved garment was brought forth.
And as nearly everyone else had worn the surplice on special occasions, she thought she could do the same; only, you see, never having been to church she didn't quite know how to put it on, and I suppose got mad at it because it didn't fit her and gave vent to her anger by trampling on it." Amarilly's doleful little face showed no appreciation of this conceit. "Don't look so glum, Amarilly.
"Vacation ain't agreed with her, nuther," pondered Amarilly perplexedly. She turned her gaze again to John, who was sitting back of the choir, while his "understudy" conducted the service. His face was shaded by his hand, but Amarilly's gimlet glance noted that he frequently sent a fleeting, troubled look toward the King pew.
She bore his gaze unflinchingly, with indrawn breath and clenched hands. "What is it, Amarilly?" he asked gently. "You will tell me, nicht wahr?" These two last words were in deference to her new study of German. At the genuine sympathy in his voice, Amarilly's composure gave way and there was a rush of tears. He led her to a divan and sat beside her. "Yes, of course you will tell me, Amarilly.
Amarilly, case-hardened against raillery by reason of the possession of a multitude of young brothers, paid no heed to the bantering scoffer, but resumed her work in dogged dejection. "Say, Mr. Vedder, Amarilly's stage-struck!" called Pete to the ticket- seller, who chanced to be passing.
The costuming of Amarilly in a manner befitting the great occasion was an all-absorbing affair for the next few days. Finally, by the combination of Mrs. Jenkins's industry and Amarilly's ingenuity, aided by the Boarder and the boys, an elaborate toilet was devised and executed. Milton donated a "shine" to a pair of tan shoes, the gift of the girl "what took a minor part." Mrs.
It was a puzzling problem to equip Lily Rose in the conventional bridal white vestments, for the bride-to-be was very proud and independent and wouldn't hearken to Amarilly's plea to be allowed to contribute toward a new dress. "We're under obligations to him, you know," argued Amarilly "and I'd like to help him by helping you." Lily Rose was strong of will despite her sweet smile.
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