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Updated: June 22, 2025
Nobody can't go on without no clock." Out of pity for the old woman's sequestered life, Amarilly was wont to relate to her all the current events, and it was through the child's keen, young optics that Mrs. Hudgers saw life. An eloquent and vivid description of St. Mark's service was eagerly related. "I allers thought I'd like to see them Episcopals," she remarked regretfully.
Derry says he really believes that it is only with poor folks like us and the Boarder and Lily Rose that love runs smooth." "Then," said Colette musingly, "I wish I were poor like you and the Boarder and Lily Rose!" Amarilly secretly divined that this was merely a thought spoken aloud, so she made no comment. She had pondered a great deal over the attitude of her two friends towards each other.
She looked apprehensively at Amarilly, who stepped bravely to the front with the air of one who feels that the end justifies the means. "It was fer him fer Mr. St. John I done it," she began in explanation, and then she proceeded to relate the particulars of her scheme and its accomplishment.
Amarilly, feeling but not betraying her utter inability to construct the menu for a "simple little home luncheon," walked despondently down the street. "The Boarder," she reflected, "takes bread and meat and hard biled eggs when they ain't aren't too high, and pie when we hev it." Some vague instinct of the fitness of things warned her that this would not be a suitable repast for Derry.
Why didn't you tell me he could sing like that, Amarilly?" cried Colette at the close of the song. "We must have him in St. Mark's choir," declared Mr. Meredith. "You may bring him to the rectory to-morrow, Amarilly, and I will have the choirmaster try his voice. Besides receiving instruction and practice every week, he will be paid for his singing." Money for Bud's voice!
But my belief is that the article slipped from the pocket and is lost." "It must be found then" she persisted obstinately. John went home to ponder over his hopeless task. It remained for Amarilly with her optimistic spirit to cheer him. "It'll turn up some place whar you never looked fer it and when you ain't thinkin' nuthin' about it," she asserted believingly. "Lost things allers do."
The fair face of the young teacher became clouded for a moment, and she was unmistakably confused. Her wavering, dubious glance fell upon Amarilly sitting tense and upright as she made quick, forceful, and effective stabs with her needle, biting her thread vigorously and resonantly. The stitches were microscopic and even; the strips symmetrically and neatly joined.
"She'd be too sorter modist-like to tell me if she was sot on any perticler thing about the new place," he confided wistfully to Amarilly, "You're so sharp I wish you'd kinder hint around and find out what she wants. Jest put out some feelers."
Altogether they were a jolly little party, Lily Rose saying little, but looking and listening with animated eyes. Mrs. Jenkins declared afterwards that it was the time of her life. "Amarilly," said Derry, as he was taking leave, "I wouldn't have missed this evening for any other engagement I might have made." "That's because it was something new to you," said Amarilly sagely.
"We're broke, and the rent's overdue," tersely explained Amarilly. "I'm broke, too," sighed the Boarder, "except what I've got in the savin's bank towards " "Lily Rose," suggested Amarilly softly. "Yes," he admitted, with a beaming look. "But when I go broke, all other things failin', I allers tackle a pawnbroker." "We ain't got nothin' to pawn," sighed Amarilly.
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