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Updated: June 4, 2025
Phoebe, you are sweet in that dark gray. Has anybody anything interesting to tell?" "I have," answered Polly as she passed Phoebe a cup and a mischievous smile, for Mrs. Cherry's appointment with David tickled Polly's risibles to an alarming extent. "There's the most heavenly man down here from Boston to see Caroline Darrah Brown and she neglects him.
Peter said, sympathetically. And for a while there was silence in the little house, while the rain fell steadily upon the dark forest without, and soaked branches swished about eaves and windows. "Can you put me up to-night?" he asked, suddenly. He liked her frank pleasure. "Rather! I think Cherry's room was made up fresh last Monday," she told him.
Cherry's words, though spoken in some temper and despite, contained certain elements of shrewd insight and sound common sense, which she had doubtless inherited from her father. She had something of the boldness and independence of mind that a spoiled child not unfrequently acquires, and she was not accustomed to mince her words when speaking with her sisters. Hush! oh hush, child!
I wish I knew what more to say to show you how glad I am of this day's work, and to persuade you to see matters as I do. Ever your loving brother, F. C. UNDERWOOD. P.S. Lance is quite himself this morning, and was up to watch us bathing before six o'clock. 'Oh! what did Captain Harewood say of Felix? was Cherry's cry, almost with shame and pain at not having asked before.
She came to Cherry's hassock, and dropped on it, and rested her untidy head against his knee. "Anne aided and abetted me!" said the doctor meekly. "To the extent of handing you your shears!" Anne said promptly. "No, but really you know, Dad, you were a pig-headed little creature to do that!" Alix said musically. "You might just as well cut it down at the roots and plant another double banksia."
She sent her brothers her love, and entreated them not to say a word at home. Lady Liddesdale had contrived the sale of the book of illustrations a work that had been Cherry's delight of many years, so that she could feel that she herself had earned what would cover the expense incurred, all but the medical attendance, freely given to an inmate of St. Faith's.
"Perhaps Alix will come up here and help keep it so some day," the man said, deliberately. Cherry's look of elaborate surprise and pleasure died before his serious glance. She was silent for a moment. "Why don't you ask her?" she said in a low, thoughtful tone, trembling, eager to preserve his mood without a false note. "I have," he answered simply.
The woman give Cherry's legs one more rousing jerk, and said, sort of imploring: "Save him! Save him for his old mother's sake, and for mine, and for the sake of our little girls!" Then she got up and wiped away at Santa Fé's eyes with her pocket-handkerchief, and went to kissing him for all she was worth holding on to him tight around the neck with both arms.
Alix would have made Martin a better wife; she would have loved the mining towns, the muddy railroad stations, and the odd women. She would have had her dogs, perhaps a child or two now. Anyway, ran Cherry's thoughts, she would have had the old home now, and that, to Alix, would have meant a very triumph of joy.
It was soon arranged between them that the project should be tried, and that immediately; and that Cherry's not being well, and needing change of scene, and wishing to be near her sister, should form the excuse for her departure to Mr Chuzzlewit and Mary, to both of whom she had pleaded indisposition for some time past.
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