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It's what the doctor says he'd orter hev." "Then, we'll go, of course," declared Amarilly resolutely. "And, Amarilly," said the Boarder gravely, "your ma ain't said why she wanted to go, but think of the diff'rence it will make in her life.
"Oh, Amarilly, I'm so happy, and I've had such a wretched summer! Now, we will go right to your house and you'll let me see the surplice." Amarilly looked surprised. "Why, yes, you can see it, of course, though it ain't no diffrent from his other ones." "Oh yes it is! Far, far different, Amarilly. It has a history."
The door into the Annex was closed, for in the sitting-room was the little bride, her pale cheeks delicately tinted from excitement as Colette artistically adjusted the bridal veil, fastening it with real orange blossoms. Amarilly hovered near in an ecstasy which was perforce silent on account of her mouth being full of pins. "There's Mr. St.
Vedder, as a pair of orange-tinted gloves had been turned in at the box-office by an usher, and had remained unclaimed. They proved a perfect fit, and were the supreme triumph of the bizarre costume. Not even Solomon in all his glory was arrayed in splendor greater than that displayed by Amarilly when she set forth on Sunday morning for St. Mark's.
"Oh, oh!" she cried, looking up with shining eyes, which in another moment glistened through tears. "Why, Amarilly, aren't you glad that I am going to be " "Mrs. St. John?" smiled Amarilly. "I think it's beautiful. And," anxiously, "you will surely be good to him?" "Yes," replied Colette softly "I will be good very good to St. John. Don't fear, Amarilly." A card had fallen from the envelope.
"She's always been 'ma' to me, and she always will be," declared Amarilly emphatically. "If I were to call her anything else I'd feel as if I had lost her as if she didn't belong to me." Ma triumphantly announced: "Forty-seven dollars and fifty-one cents." "A fine starter," commended Amarilly, "Flamingus?" "Forty dollars," he announced with pride. "Milt?" Amarilly called his name in faint voice.
Meredith, but it's a wonder I knew you. You look so different. You have grown so tall, and what a beautiful dress! Who showed you how to fix your hair so artistically? I never realized you had such beautiful hair, child!" "I didn't nuther, till he told me." "Who, Amarilly? Lord Algernon?"
And for a reward here's a dollar with which to buy some black velvet hair-ribbons. Never put any color but black or brown near your hair, Amarilly." "No, Mr. Derry; but I don't want to take the dollar." "See here, Amarilly! You're to be my little housemaid, and the uniform is always provided. Instead of buying you a cap and apron, I prefer to furnish velvet hair-ribbons.
Jenkins obtained a few of her old customers, Bobby got a paper route, Flamingus and Milton were again at work, but Amarilly, Gus, and Cory were without vocations. Soon after the quarantine was lifted Amarilly went forth to deliver the surplice and the waist which had hung familiarly side by side during the weeks of trouble.
Derry?" she asked suspiciously. "No, Amarilly; seriously, I think it the loveliest shade of hair there is, and now I am going to show you how you should wear it. Unbind it, all four of those skin-tight braids." She obeyed him, and a loosened, thick mass of hair fell below her waist. "Glorious!" he cried fervidly. "Take that comb from the top of your head and comb it out. There!
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