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She glanced apprehensively at her companion in dread of the usual quick teasing rejoinder; but Berta was soberly gazing after Robbie. "Robbie has dropped a paper, Bea," she said, "I saw it flutter. Come." Bea flitted across the grass, her bright hair an aureole in the sunlight. Her fingers seized the bit of white; her eyes read the message: * "Sunday evening after Bible lecture.
In four minutes they were back beside Bea's bed, and the doctor's orders kept Berta flying, till after a limitless space of horror and struggle she heard dimly from the distance: "She'll do now." Whereupon Berta sat down quietly in a chair and fainted. The next day was Sunday. Berta carried Bea her breakfast. "Good-morning, Beatrice," she said. "I've decided that I am tired of being a genius."
It was so long since Robbie Belle had grown up that she had almost forgotten the joy of using her lungs to their full capacity. With her spirits dancing in the afterglow of such vocal exercise, she marched after the others down to the hall below. There in the vestibule Berta halted her followers for final instructions. "Now, girls, fall into line according to height. We are going to astonish Why!"
You see, my dear Berta, marriage is a thing which, once carried out, fixes you more firm in a position than any personal brains can do; for as you stand at present, every loose tooth, and every combed-out hair, and every new wrinkle, and every sleepless night, is so much took away from your chance for the future, depending as it do upon your skill in charming.
Berta put up her face confidently to be kissed. Hammy, in manly fashion, offered a hand the left the right arm being occupied with the box of toys. As Berta's little legs scampered through the door, he delayed to ask: "What are your playfings, Mister Colonel?" "Live men and big guns, just now, Hammy; and chances and issues, and results and risks."
I am going to let my work pile up, cut late, skip meals, break engagements, never answer letters, give in to moods, be generally irresponsible, and so forth, just like Berta. I'm going to " "What!" Bea laughed again mischievously at the sound of outraged dignity in Berta's voice. "Yes, I am. I have the spring fever: I don't want to do anything, and I don't want to do nothing either.
Ethelberta opened a letter from Picotee now at Sandbourne again; and, stooping to the fire-light, she began to read: 'MY DEAR ETHELBERTA, I have tried to like staying at Sandbourne because you wished it, but I can't endure the town at all, dear Berta; everything is so wretched and dull! O, I only wish you knew how dismal it is here, and how much I would give to come to London!
An hour or so later while Berta was bending devotedly over her notes in the history alcove of the library, she was vaguely aware of a newcomer sauntering carelessly behind her chair. A heavy book clattered to the floor, and somebody's elbow in stooping to pick it up nudged her arm.
When thy flowery hand delivers All the mountain-prisoned rivers, And thy great heart throbs and quivers To revive the joys that were, Make me over, Mother April, When the sap begins to stir." Robbie Belle was leaning back in her chair to listen in serene enjoyment. She loved to hear Bea sing. Berta was listening, too, but with an absent expression, as if still in a dream.
'Joey, she said, as if she were ready to faint, 'don't tell Berta I am come. She has company, has she not? 'O no only Mr. Julian! said the brother. 'He's quite one of the family! 'Never mind can't I go down into the kitchen with you? she inquired. There had been bliss and misery mingled in those tidings, and she scarcely knew for a moment which way they affected her.
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