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It was played in the following manner: Each girl took the name of a river, and laid out for herself an appointed path through the room, winding among the desks and benches, and making a low, roaring sound, to imitate the noise of water. Cecy was the Platte, Marianne Brooks, a tall girl, the Mississippi, Alice Blair, the Ohio, Clover, the Penobscot, and so on.
So the two girls put their heads together and held a long, mysterious confabulation. What it was about, we shall see farther on. Valentine's-Day was the next Friday. When the children came home from school on Thursday afternoon, Aunt Izzie met them, and, to their great surprise, told them that Cecy was come to drink tea, and they must all go up stairs and be made nice.
Cecy followed, invited over for the special purpose of seeing Katy walk down stairs. She, too, had on a new frock. "How fine we are!" said Clover, as she remarked this magnificence. "Turn round, Cecy a panier, I do declare and a sash! You are getting awfully grown up, Miss Hall." "None of us will ever be so 'grown up' as Katy," said Cecy, laughing. And now Papa appeared.
"Oh how lovely," exclaimed Rosy's mother, "how very, very pretty." "Yes," said Mr. Furnivale, "they are pretty. And they are now rare. These are really old, and the imitation ones, which they make in plenty, are not half so curious. Cecy thought they would take a child's fancy." "More than a child's," said Mrs. Vincent, smiling.
"Isn't it fun?" she said. "Debby was real good-natured to-day, and let me put my own hand into the box, so I picked out the longest sticks there were. Now, Cecy, as you're company, you shall have the first drink out of the bottle." The "something delicious" proved to be weak vinegar-and-water. It was quite warm, but somehow, drank up there in the loft, and out of a bottle, it tasted very nice.
Well, the father might have oh, bother! why must anybody be killed, anyhow? why not have them fall on each other's necks, and make up?" "Why, Katy!" cried Cecy, "it wouldn't have been a tragedy then. You know the name was A Tragedy of the Alhambra."
"If it makes you feel like that, it will be a talisman." And feeling remarkably pleased with herself and everybody else, Rosy ran off. Mr. Furnivale left the next day, but not without promises of another visit before very long. "When Cecy will come with you," said Mrs. Vincent. "And give her my bestest love," said Fixie. "Yes, indeed, my little man," said Mr.
And if there's money enough left, Aunty, won't you buy me a real nice book for Dorry, and another for Cecy, and a silver thimble for Mary? Her old one is full of holes. Oh! and some candy. And something for Debby and Bridget some little thing, you know. I think that's all!" Was ever seven dollars and a quarter expected to do so much? Aunt Izzie must have been a witch, indeed, to make it hold out.
Suddenly, in the midst of the noise, came a sound the sharp distinct slam of the carryall-door at the side entrance. Aunt Izzie had returned from her Lecture. The dismay and confusion of that moment! Cecy slipped down stairs like an eel, and fled on the wings of fear along the path which led to her home. Mrs. Hall, as she bade Aunt Izzie good-night, and shut Dr.
And Katy, while still serving as main spring to the whole, had plenty of time to write her notes, open her wedding presents, and enjoy her friends in a leisurely, unfatigued fashion which was a standing wonderment to Cecy, whose own wedding had been of the onerous sort, and had worn her to skin and bone.
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