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Cherry's eyes opened with renewed effort, anxiously: "You won't blame Mark ? He never did nothin' wrong !" He's your friend!" "No, Cherry! It's all right!" The girl seemed to have lost consciousness again, and Marilyn wondered if she ought not to call the doctor, but suddenly Cherry screamed out: "There he is again! He's come for me! Oh I'm a gon' ta die! An' I'm afrrrr-aid!"
I ain't poking fun at them, honest, though they are funny presents for this time of the year. I s'pose, maybe, my hair will get long enough for a ribbon sometime, though Mrs. Strong says it is too curly to grow fast. And when summer comes, we can wear these slippers, if they aren't too small. They look awful little already. These are marked for Allee, and here are mine, and those are Cherry's.
Palomitas was going in for purification, Cherry said, and the moral effect of having Santa Fé along at Bill's funeral was part of the purifying. The very fact that Santa Fé was kicking so hard against it, he said, showed it was a good thing. There was sense in that, too; and so the upshot of it was the boys come round to Cherry's plan.
The rest of us allowed Cherry's notions was reasonable, and it was seen there'd better be no fooling over 'em; and so we went straight on and had a meeting, with Cherry chairman, and fixed up a Committee and the Committee begun business by corralling Santa Fé, and then set to work and made out a list of them that was to be fired.
"Miss Malotte is a fine woman;" then, at Marsh's short laugh, "and her conduct bears favorable comparison with that of the other white people at Kalvik." Marsh allowed his eyes to waver at this, but to Mildred he apologized. "She is not the sort one cares to discuss." "How do you know?" demanded Cherry's champion. "Do you know anything against her character?"
The doctor says I'll be on the job again in three days. Don't let her worry." "Man," said Sam Griggs severely, puckering his old, smooth, lined face, "are you a chess automaton or a human pincushion? Cherry's crying her heart out for you calling 'Bob, Bob, every second, with them holding her hands and keeping her from coming to you." "What's the matter with her?" asked Hart, with wide-open eyes.
There had been no joyous self-confidence in that hour, none in the distressed hour at the Orpheum, and the hour just past, when Cherry's rarely displayed passion had wrenched from him his last vestige of doubt. But this was the culminating unhappiness, that he should know, from Alix's brave and gentle and generous look as they parted, that Alix knew.
"Keep the change, and for God's sake get that to the Harvard, sailing from Dock 67, before eleven!" she said. The girl, who had been pencilling a large "10:46" on the envelope, looked up in surprise; but rose immediately to the occasion. Cherry's beauty, her agonized eyes and voice, were enough to awaken her sense of the dramatic. A sharp rap of the clerk's pencil summoned a boy.
A day or two later she had had another gift; had opened the tiny Shreve box with a sudden hammering at her heart, with a presage of delight. She had found a silver-topped candy jar, and the card of Mr. John Martin Lloyd, and under the name, in tiny letters, the words "O fudge!" The girls laughed over this nonsense appreciatively, but there was more than laughter in Cherry's heart.
Major Thornburgh's orders were not to make the first fire on the Indians, but to wait an attack from them. After the Indians and Cherry's hailing party had faced each other for about ten minutes, Mr.
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