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"Co spills things so, and the boys quarrel when you and the Boarder ain't here to keep peace. It was jest orful this noon. You wasn't here and the Boarder kerried his dinner. 'Cause Flam put too much vinegar on Milt's beans, Milt poured it down Flam's neck, and when I sent him away from the table he sassed me." "Jiminy!" protested Amarilly indignantly.
There was another fervent prayer in low, pleading tones, after which followed the recessional, the choir-boys chanting their solemn measures. Amarilly in passing out saw John, clad in a long, tight-fitting black garment, standing at the church door. "He's got another costume fer the afterpiece," she thought admiringly.
We mustn't stack up the knife and fork and spoon on ends any more. The knife goes to the right, the fork to the left of the plate, and the spoon goes back of it and the tumbler and the napkin, when you has 'em, to the right." "I do declare, Amarilly, if it ain't jest like a fairy story!" cried Mrs. Jenkins enthusiastically. "You allers did strike luck." "You bet!" cried Bobby admiringly.
We shall have many ruby-lettered days like it." The next afternoon Amarilly called at the studio for the surplice. "I am glad to see you have your hair fixed as I told you, Amarilly," was Derry's greeting. "And have you remembered the other things I told you?" "I hev' writ out 'can' and 'ate' in big letters and pinned 'em up on the wall. I can say 'em right every time now." "Of course you can!
Amarilly protested against this combination of colors so repellent to artistic eyes, but the family all agreed that it "would be perfickly swell," so she withdrew her opposition and confided her grievance to Derry's sympathizing, shuddering ears.
"So this is where you live, Amarilly?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as she focussed them on the family. "You needn't come for the washing the first time. I will bring it myself so I can see all your little brothers. Be sure to come to the Guild next Saturday, and then I'll have the rug for you to take home. Goodbye, dear."
"He's ateethin', and it sorter soothes his gums," explained Amarilly. During the summer season, Pete had pursued his profession at a vaudeville theatre, and one day, not long after his literary representation, he came to Amarilly with some good tidings. "I hev another job fer yer surplus.
I'll go every Sunday, mebby, and take Bud so he kin larn them tunes." "I never go to no shows nor nuthin'!" wailed Cory. "I'll take you next time," soothed Amarilly. "I kin work you'se off on the kinductor as under age, I guess, if you'll crouch down."
At the King residence Amarilly saw the caretaker, who gave her a similar message regarding the lace waist. "I'll keep it," thought Amarilly with a shy little blush, "until I'm merried. It'll start my trousseau." She took the garments home, not mentioning to anyone the gift of the waist, however, for that was to be her secret her first secret.
You see, rentin' it out so much " "Renting it out!" Amarilly gave a graphic account of the adventures of the errant garment to date. Meanwhile Colette's countenance underwent kaleidoscopic changes. "Amarilly," she asked faintly, "have you the addresses of all those people to whom you rented it?" "Yes; I keep books now, and I put it down in my day ledger the way the Boarder showed me."
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