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Updated: May 7, 2025
"How many red ones you will have, Jasper see fifteen; well, they're prettier than the others." "Ef little Miss had come wid you," said Candace, emerging from the folds of a chintz curtain that divided the shop from the bedroom, "she'd 'a' seen my doll I made for her. Land! but it's a beauty."
"Well, I told Miss Andrews I didn't think there was anything in it," said Miss Prissy; "but," she added, impressively, "she lost a very dear brother, six months after, and I laid him out with my own hands, yes, laid him out in white flannel." "Some folks say," said Candace, "dat dreamin' 'bout white horses is a sartin sign. Jinny Styles is bery strong 'bout dat.
She arranged the words like "Ben Battle was a soldier bold," and she sang them to suit herself, and cried every single minute: "They wrapped him in his uniform, They laid him in the tomb, My aching heart I thought 'twould break, But such was my sad doom." Candace just loved that song. She sang it all the time.
"Yes, we'll take him into the house and put him into a good bed. Can you girls lift him?" They could and did. And without too much effort the three transported the injured man, who was but a light weight, across the yard, into the house, and to a room which Mrs. Candace showed them. He began to groan and mutter before they managed to get him on the bed. There was an old woman who helped Mrs.
I's a reasonable bein', a woman, as much a woman as anybody," she said, holding up her head with an air as majestic as a palm-tree; "an' Cato, he's a man, born free an' equal, ef dar's any truth in what you read, dat's all." "But, Candace, you've always been contented and happy with us, have you not?" said Mr. Marvyn. "Yes, Mass'r, I ha'n't got nuffin to complain ob in dat matter.
"There," said Georgie, sticking in a last hair-pin, "come and see yourself; and if you don't confess that you are improved, you're a very ungrateful young person, and that is all I have to say." Candace scarcely knew her own face when she was led up to the looking-glass.
"You don't half know mamma," repeated Georgie. "She has such high ideas about conduct. It would half kill her to know that I had even spoken to a man like this Alexander." "Of course she would be sorry," persisted Candace. "Of course she would rather that you had never got into this scrape. But she is so just always, as well as kind. She always sees both sides.
Gray certainly did a great deal for the pleasure of her daughters, although Berenice Joy did consider her so "strict." Candace had her share in this entertainment, as one of the three young ladies of the house. The party was mainly composed of the "Early Dippers," who were not as formidable to her imagination as entire strangers would have been.
She and Georgie and Gertrude wore their white woollen dresses, which were almost exactly alike, and "looked like triplets," as Marian rather spitefully observed. Marian herself was not asked to the party, and was out of humor in consequence. Her crossness did not extend to Candace, however.
Candace had forgotten herself in the excitement of new sights and experiences; but her shyness came back with a rush as the carriage stopped and the door was opened by a very smart French butler. "Is Mrs. Gray at home?" she asked timidly, bending forward. "Descendez, Mademoiselle, s'il vous plaît. Madame est occupée pour le moment; il y a du monde dans le salon."
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