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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Cherry-pie would think it was horrid in me not to stay with her, when I've been away so long." "I think it's horrid in you not to stay with me." She laughed; then sighed. "David is working awfully hard, Blair." "Darn David!" he retorted, laughing. "So am I, if that's any reason for your giving a man your society." "You! You couldn't work hard to save your life."
If it's good, it can't be spoilt by being read one day instead of another; if it's bad, it won't be improved by waiting. This is cherry-pie, and there is some tipsy cake. Edith, which will you have?" Edith would have neither. She was still trembling with wounded indignation against her father for that cruel hit at her husband.
At eight o'clock there was a fluttering, uncertain ring at the front door, and Cherry-pie came quivering in: had Nannie heard anything more? Did she know where they were? "I asked her uncle to come down here and see if Mrs. Maitland had heard anything, but he was dreadful, Nannie, dreadful! He said he would see the whole family in I can't repeat where he said he would see them!"
He's bringing a patient across the mountains to-night; says he'll turn up here for breakfast. He'll have to go back on the ten-o'clock train, though." Cherry-pie nibbled with excitement; "I guess he just had to come and talk the arrangements over with her!" "What arrangements?" Mr. Ferguson asked, vaguely; when reminded by Miss White, he looked a little startled. "Oh, to be sure; I had forgotten."
It is the first dinner I ever went to in all my life; and look: six- button gloves! What do you think of that? Uncle told Cherry-pie I could have whatever was proper, and I got these lovely gloves. They are awfully fashionable!" She pulled one glove up, not only to get its utmost length, but also to cover that scar which her fierce little teeth had made so long ago.
It was an artless and very feminine distinction, but serious enough to the three women who were all so young Elizabeth, in fact, being the oldest, and Cherry-pie, at sixty-three, the youngest.
For as the excitement of sacrifice and punishment wore off, and the strain of every-day living began to tell, Elizabeth's depression was very marked. She was never angry now she had not the energy for anger; and she was never unkind to Blair; perhaps her own pain made her pitiful of his. But she was always, as Cherry-pie expressed it, "under a cloud." Mrs.
The foraging resulted in a pair of cold roasted ducks, plenty of plum-cake and a cherry-pie. "I'm sorry there isn't any bread," said Mrs. Barlow, apologetically; "I told Hopalong to order it as she went by the baker's, but I fear she forgot it." "Never mind," said Bob, "I don't care much for bread, anyhow, do you, Patty? Mother, here's a lot of cold potatoes. Can't you make a salad?"
"I tell you customs is curious, Miss Gibbie, and, bein' man-made mostly, ain't altogether in favor of females. But neither is life. Life has got a lot in it what ain't apple-blossoms and cherry-pie.
Have you plenty of clean pocket-handkerchiefs? Elizabeth! be careful not to take cold, and ask Nannie how many teaspoons she can lend us " The door slammed. It seemed to Elizabeth that she could never look Cherry-pie in the face again. She had a frantic feeling that if she could not escape from that intolerable insistence on the the wedding, she would die.
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