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"I ain't got that fer yet," admitted the young dairyman. "Your dollar'll buy more than the nails for your cow-house. You can put the balance into feed," said the grocer, with an eye to his own trade. He wanted to add that it wouldn't cost much to feed an imaginary critter, but he was a little fearful of the temper back of the lad's hair, which was the same hue as Amarilly's. "That's a good idea.
Amarilly breathed a devout prayer of thankfulness that the last surplice had been removed and was now being put to soak by her mother. Colette's eyes were dancing with the delight of mischief-making as she directed, in soft but mirthful tones: "Tell Mr. St. John about your choir and concert." Amarilly's eyes lowered in consternation.
The tiny, trivial touch of Destiny that caused the turn in Amarilly's fate-tide came one morning when, in her capacity as assistant to the scrub ladies at the Barlow Stock Theatre, she viewed for the first time the dress rehearsal of A Terrible Trial.
She bed us up to her house to a supper last week, and thar was velvit carpits and ice-cream and lots of cake but no pie." Amarilly's curiosity was aroused, and her red, roughened hand firmly grasped the confiding one of her little companion as she permitted herself to be led to the Guild school.
That evening he found Colette sitting before an open fire in the library, her slender little feet crossed before the glowing blaze. She was in a gentle, musing mood, but at his entrance she instantly rallied to her old mirth-loving spirit. "I have made Amarilly's acquaintance," he said. "She is coming to church next Sunday." "A convert already!
It would have been like selling a golden goose to dispose of such a profitable commodity. He then asked to rent it for a Sunday while he was having one made. This application, being quite in Amarilly's line of business, met with a ready assent. "You can hev it fer a dollar," she offered.
This last prohibitory remark was made in remembrance of Amarilly's commercial instincts. When Amarilly was admitted to the basement of her young benefactress's home a trimly-capped little maid took her to Colette's boudoir. "Sit down and talk to me, Amarilly. I want to hear more about Lord Algernon and Mr. Vedder and Pete. Here's a box of chocolate creams that must be eaten while they are fresh."
I believe it would just fit you. Let us see." She produced a white dress that adjusted itself comfortably to Amarilly's form. "You look real pretty in white, Amarilly. You shall have this dress for your own." On the nuptial night Amarilly, clad in the white gown and with black velvet hair-ribbons, went forth at an early hour to the house of festivity. Mrs.
In most cases the occupations of their parents were chosen, and the number of washerwomen, scrubbers, and seamstresses in embryo was appalling. "And you, Amarilly?" she asked, addressing the new pupil last of all. Amarilly's mien was lofty, her voice consequential, as she replied in dramatic denouement: "I'm goin' on the stage!" The young teacher evinced a most eager interest in this declaration.
Foremost as the plumes of Henry of Navarre in battle were the surplice and the renting thereof in Amarilly's vision. "I don't expect he could do that," replied Mrs. Hudgers doubtfully. "His church most likely wouldn't stand fer it. Brother Longgrass is real kind if he ain't my sort. He's agoin' to let the boys run the maylodeun down here the night afore the funyral." "Who's agoin' to sing?"
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