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'I mean it's better to pick them up, dear, don't you think? they might get in people's way, you know. What a blessing you will be in our simple home! I want you to do all you can to instruct your cousins; don't be afraid of telling them of any faults you may happen to see. Poor Cathie and Belle, I fear they are very far from being all they should be! and Aunt Margarine heaved a sigh.
And now this will be a fresh blow! 'But afterwards, when she has got over it, when she knows that it makes me happy, that nothing else would make me happy, then she will be reconciled, and she and I perhaps will make friends, all over again, from the beginning. I won't be angry or hard over it poor Cathie! And with regard to Mr. Flaxman.
"The man was civil enough to you for so slight an acquaintance." "It was more than dislike," vehemently. "He watched me all through breakfast as though he owed me a grudge. I could see it in his eyes." "You oughtn't to see any eyes but mine, Cathie dear," with anxious playfulness. "Why should you care for the opinion of any man?" "Because he is different from any man I ever knew.
And I wanted to get up and scream, I was so glad." "Cathie Harrison," exclaimed Alexia, springing to her feet defiantly, "what do you want to bring back those dreadful old times for! You are the most uncomfortable person I ever saw." "You needn't mind it now, Alexia," cried Cathie, rushing at her, "for you've been too lovely for anything ever since you dear!"
I must write to Cathie and Philena, and Amy Garrett too, to-day, Mamsie," she added, in distress. "Polly," said Mother Fisher, looking into the flushed face, "I tell you what would be the best way for you to do. All the letters in your mail-bag are answered, you said?" "Yes, indeed," declared Polly. "Oh, Mamsie, you didn't think I could put those off?" she asked reproachfully.
"I lovely? oh, girls, did you hear?" cried Alexia, sinking into her chair again, quite overcome. "She said I was lovely oh, dear me!" "And so you are," repeated Cathie stoutly; "just as nice and sweet and lovely to me as you can be. So!" throwing her long arms around Alexia. "I didn't want to be; Polly made me," said Alexia. "I know it; but I don't care. You are nice now, any way."
"Is that your way of making up?" cried Cathie, when she had the breath to speak. "Yes; it is as good as any other way. It spins the nonsense out of you. There!" with a last pat on the thin shoulder, she left her, and ran back to Polly. "It's all done," she cried. "I'm at peace with the whole world. Now don't look like an ogre any longer."
Meantime Cathie Harrison ran up and quickly possessed herself of the vacated seat. "Why, Mr. Whitney writes to say that Polly needn't go back oh, how perfectly lovely in him!" cried Alexia, bringing up flushed and panting. "Oh, dear me, I can't breathe!" "Oh! oh!" cried all the girls, clapping their hands.
"O dear me!" exclaimed Cathie in a fright, jumping up and clutching the arm of the girl next to her. "Don't let Polly tell him what I said don't." "Polly won't tell," said the girl, with a superb air; "don't you know any better, Cathie Harrison, you goose, you!"
Catherine 'very tired'! Rose thought the skies must be falling. 'Cathie! she cried, leaping forward just as her sister gained the door. 'Oh, Cathie, you are an angel, and I am a nasty, odious little wretch. But oh, tell me, what is the matter? And she flung her strong young arms round Catherine with a passionate strength. The elder sister struggled to release herself.
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