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"I'll tell you sometime," Jerry promised. "Why does Jerry have to act so darned mysterious lately?" Cathy complained to her mother. "A boy has a right to keep a few things to himself," said Mrs. Martin. Jerry was grateful to his mother for taking his part. "When I get that candy from Bartlett's," he thought, "I won't forget that I've promised the first piece to Andy.
Further cheerful words died in his throat when he saw that both his mother and Cathy had been crying. "What's the matter?" Could something terrible have happened to his father? Or to Andy? What awful thing could make his mother and Cathy look so sad? There were envelopes and letters on the table. His mother had been opening her mail. The bad news must have come in a letter, then.
And what we're to say to Mademoiselle about you !" He tugged at the ring. "Suppose you told the truth," said Mabel meaningly. "She wouldn't believe it," said Cathy; "or, if she did, she'd go stark, staring, raving mad." "No," said Gerald's voice, "we daren't tell her. But she's really rather decent. Let's ask her to let you stay the night because it's too late for you to get home."
"Cathy! I say! What ho, Jimmy! Mabel ahoy!" he cried in a loud, cheerful voice that sounded very unreal to himself. The dining-room door opened a cautious inch. "I say such larks!" Gerald went on, shoving gently at the door with his shoulder. "Look out! what are you keeping the door shut for?" "Are you alone?" asked Kathleen in hushed, breathless tones. "Yes, of course. Don't be a duffer!"
There was an indignant denial, and Judith, remembering that she had seen her friend and comforter looking very much as if she herself stood in need of comforting, asked quickly: "Why do you ask, Cathy?" "Oh, well, she seems bothered," was the rather vague answer.
Apparently he did not realize that he had spoken the wrong piece. The auditorium suddenly rocked with laughter. Miss Prouty shooed Andy off the stage and apologized for him. Then she spoke the "Dear parents" poem herself. Cathy just had time to whisper angrily to Jerry, "It's all your fault you taught him that awful rhyme," before Andy came to sit with his family.
Judith went off disconsolately, and when she did try to express her regret at being chosen in place of Catherine, her endeavours, as she feared, were not a success. Catherine merely said that of course she was glad Judith was to play, but again her voice was cold. "Cathy doesn't really mean it," protested Nancy, in whom Judith confided.
And Louis put his hand to his head, and tugged his thick black curls, as if to ascertain that they were still safe from the scalping-knives of his Indian enemies. "And now, Hec, what is to be done? We must hide ourselves from the Indians; they will kill us, or take us away with them, if they find us." "Let us go home and talk over our plans with Cathy."
One fine summer morning it was the beginning of harvest, I remember Mr. Earnshaw, the old master, came down-stairs, dressed for a journey; and, after he had told Joseph what was to be done during the day, he turned to Hindley, and Cathy, and me for I sat eating my porridge with them and he said, speaking to his son, 'Now, my bonny man, I'm going to Liverpool to-day, what shall I bring you?
Show his resemblance to yourself: and then, I hope, Miss Cathy will think twice before she takes the cockatrice! 'I don't much mind speaking of his amiable qualities now, he answered; 'because she must either accept him or remain a prisoner, and you along with her, till your master dies. I can detain you both, quite concealed, here.
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