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Updated: May 14, 2025
The plan of the Boarder had been to leave the walls rough and unfinished till their settling process should be accomplished, but Amarilly, absorbed heart and soul in this first experience of making a nesting place, pleaded for paper "quiet, pretty paper with soft colors," she implored, Derry's teachings now beginning to bear fruit in Amarilly's development of the artistic.
Presently the choir, chanting a hymn, made an impressive and effective entrance. To Amarilly's consternation this evoked an applause, which jarred on her sense of propriety. "This ain't no show, and it ain't no time to clap," she explained to the Boarder, who cautioned the congregation against further demonstration.
I'll answer your objections before you make them, for it is determined that you are to go." The look he had ascribed to Amarilly's mouth came into the forward thrust of his chin. "First, you think you are too proud and independent to accept. From your viewpoint it seems a good deal to do.
The exquisite voice rose and fell in silvery cadence, the soft notes fluting out through the vast space and reaching straight to Amarilly's heart which was beating in unison to the music. "Oh," she thought wistfully, "if Pete Noyes was only like him!"
His presence in this unknown part of the city had been unpremeditated, but he welcomed the chance that had led his steps hither to perform an errand of mercy. He handed Amarilly five dollars, and wrote down her address. He was most reluctant to receive the surplice as security, but Amarilly's firm insistence was not to be overcome.
Now, every meal that I don't hev to speak to one of youse in the back row, youse kin hev merlasses spread on yer bread." The rehearsal supper finished and the kitchen "red up," Amarilly's thoughts again took flight and in fancy she winged her way toward a glorious future amid the glow and glamor of the footlights.
The teacher at the Guild was even more beautiful than Amarilly's fancy, fed by the little girl's vivid description, had pictured. "Her hair ain't boughten," decided the keen-eyed critic as she gazed adoringly at the golden braids crowning the small head.
"The rest of him is smaller than his head," observed Amarilly practically, as she arrived upon the scene and took a comprehensive view of the case, "Push him through, Flam, and I'll go around on the other side and get him." Iry, safely landed in Amarilly's arms, laughed his delight, and thinking it a sort of game, was about to repeat his stunt of "in and out."
Amarilly's eyes shone with a light that Lord Algernon's most eloquent passages could never have inspired. The organ again gave forth its rich tones, and a young, fair-haired boy with the face of a devotee arose and turned toward the congregation, his face uplifted to the oaken rafters. A flood of sunshine streamed through the painted window and fell in long slanting rays upon the spiritual face.
You're away nearly all day, and the rest of us are at work, but if Lily Rose has to sit here all day and look at these white walls that look just like sour bread that hasn't riz" Derry had not yet discovered this word in Amarilly's vocabulary "she'll go mad." "Amarilly," sighed the Boarder, "you'll hev me in the poorhouse yit!" "Oh, dear!" sighed Amarilly.
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