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But Gertrude got up and put her arms around Liddy's shaking shoulders. "You are two big babies," she said soothingly. "Neither one of you could get along for an hour without the other. So stop quarreling and be good. Liddy, go right up and lay out Aunty's night things. She is going to bed early." After Liddy had gone I began to think about the men at the stable, and I grew more and more anxious.
Miss Henrietta hurried off, and little Etta pouted on and murmured something about: "People must have been dreadful slow and dull in aunty's young days," and then her thoughts wandered to that same handsome stranger. She, too, had seen him in church on Sunday, and knew well how the rosy blush mantled her fair face when she saw the pleasant smile she had hoped was for her.
I wonder your mamma likes Manchon if he has such an unkind dis I can't remember the word, it means feelings, you know." "Never mind," said Rosy, patronisingly, "I know what you mean. Oh, its only me Manchon's nasty to, and that doesn't matter. I'm not the favourite. I was at my aunty's though, that I was but it has all come true what Nelson told me," and she shook her head dolefully.
Longfellow, on passing our house, told aunty that he was coming in the afternoon, to speak to me; aunty was worried and so was I, but when he came I happened to be singing Schubert's "Dein ist mein Herz," one of aunty's songs, and he said, "Go on. Please don't stop."
"At evening, when the ironin' 's done, an' Aunty's fixed the fire, An' filled an' lit the lamp, an' trimmed the wick an' turned it higher, An' fetched the wood all in fer night, an' locked the kitchen door, An' stuffed the ole crack where the wind blows in up through the floor She sets the kittle on the coals, an' biles an' makes the tea, An' fries the liver an' the mush, an' cooks a egg fer me, An' sometimes when I cough so hard her elderberry wine Don't go so bad fer little boys with 'Curv'ture of the Spine'!"
I wanted a cheerful home, where I should be the centre of every joy; a home like Aunty's, without a cloud. But Ernest's father sits, the personification of silent gloom, like a nightmare on my spirits; Martha holds me in disfavor and contempt; Ernest is absorbed in his profession, and I hardly see him.
I think I'll wear them. I may not get another chance this winter if we stay there very long." "We can stay as long as we like," said Amy. "Uncle Stonington says he'll remain until Spring, anyhow, for the business will take until then to get going properly. Then, too, he is anxious about Aunty's health. The doctor says the longer she stays in a mild climate the better she will be."
His indifferent manner may have been one secret of his power over her, and perhaps she was not capable of all the suffering she was capable of inflicting. Lyra turned to walk toward the house, deflecting a little in the direction of her nephew and Miss Northwick. "Jack!" she drawled over the shoulder next them as she passed, "I wish you'd bring your aunty's wrap to her on the piazza."
The old negro "aunty," who had been dozing on a stool near the hearth, jumped to her rheumatic feet in consternation. "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!" she cried, throwing her withered arms above her turbaned head. For the guests held revolvers in their hands, and the "aunty's" heart always sank at the thought of gunpowder. The farmer took a step forward, as if uncertain what to do or say.
"You haven't even said you were glad to see me." "I'm keepin' it a dead secret," says I. "What happened to Europe; was it on the fritz?" "Poky," says she. "And they found out I was no musical genius, after all. Aunty's disgusted with me." "She ought to take something for her taste," says I. "Oh!" says she, tiltin' her head on one side. "Then you still approve of me?"
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