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"Not while vacation lasts, at any rate. Why! I've learned a lot from Mrs. Carringford, and we can get along." "You are a dear little homemaker, Janice," he said. "When you get a few more years on your shoulders I have no doubt that we shall have as nice a home as we once had before dear mother went away. But you cannot do everything. We cannot afford two in service a cook and a housemaid.
Gummy looked all around, paling and flushing by turn. Then he grinned widely and looked at Janice. "Jicksy!" he murmured, "the old name is worth something, after all, isn't it?" It was such a happy surprise for Mrs. Carringford and for Gummy as well that they were well prepared for the piece of bad news which Mr. Payne had first told to Mr. Broxton Day.
Janice chanced to be in the kitchen when she entered from the Love Street gate. Amy had in tow a curly-haired dapper little man who looked too oily to be honest, and with little gimlet eyes that seemed to bore right through one. "Oh, Mother!" gasped Amy, "this this man's come to take our house away from us!" "What is this now?" exclaimed Mrs. Carringford, in as much surprise as fear.
But neither Gummy nor Janice saw anything funny in his speech. Mrs. Carringford was watching the lawyer's face, and she said nothing. "I mean two thousand pounds in money. That is something like ten thousand dollars. How about it?" asked Mr. Payne again. "Me?" exploded Gummy. "Yes. Because your name is 'Gumswith Carringford. Isn't it worth it?" chuckled the lawyer.
Latham's dish was the same Olga that had run away with the Day's treasure-box? Was it Olga Cedarstrom, with her name changed, and Stella had known it to be so, all the time? Really, when Janice thought of this she felt exceedingly angry with Stella. She had intended, after Stella had acted so meanly toward Amy Carringford, to let the farmer's daughter strictly alone in the future.
"You know, I can't carry them all, and sometimes Harriman's delivery doesn't get around until midnight and we have to get up and take the things in." "Come on," said Gummy, who knew about the dress for his sister, "I'll carry anything you want." But Janice really had another reason for getting Gummy Carringford to Harriman's store. She maneuvered to get Mr.
"Well now," said Janice Day, most seriously, "if you invite Amy, and she can't come because she hasn't any party dress, I'll lend her one of mine that was made for me just before my mother died. I am wearing only black and white. I've outgrown those new dresses that were made for me then, I guess. And Amy is just a weeny bit smaller than I am." "But Janice Day! you you're helping Amy Carringford.
Carringford, her own cheeks flushing. What mother can look at her little daughter when she is charmingly dressed without being proud of her? She turned questioningly to Janice. "Does your father know about this?" "Daddy quite approves," said Janice demurely. "I never could get any wear out of them. You can see that, Mrs. Carringford. "And if you let Amy wear them, we'll both be so happy!" Mrs.
Besides, he very much objected to "being invalided to the upper story" while he was tied down with a broken leg. Mr. Arlo Weeks came in night and morning to help turn the injured man, and remake his bed. Mr. Weeks was, after all, a good neighbor; he was more helpful than anybody else who came to the Day house, save Mrs. Carringford. The surgeon came now and then to restrap the broken leg.
Her quick wit was tickled by the curious incongruities of the scene; by Richard Lincoln talking small nothings to the Duchess of Bayswater across the rich American; by the genial and smirking Jawkins, seated between Sir John Dacre and that pink of fashion, Colonel Featherstone; by Lady Carringford, who was between the indifferent Colonel and the Duke; by the three members of the artiste class, Prouty, Diddlej and Sydney, whom Mr.
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