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They were both so interested that they took no note of Chilian's missive. She cut carefully around the big wafer he had used. It was a large letter sheet, quite blue and not of over-fine quality. Envelopes had not come in and there was quite an art in folding a letter unfolding it as well. "Really what has started Cousin Giles? I hope no one is dead " "There would have been a black seal."
Maybe I'd been willing to go to the new countries, but father was just as opposed to that." He was a fresh, fair lad, with eyes of the Leverett blue, a strong, fine face, not delicate as Cousin Chilian's. His hair was not very dark, but his brows well defined, and with the eyelashes much darker than the hair. His voice had such a cheerful uplift. "You have quite decided then?"
Then she remembered she quite liked Bessy. No one spoke for some moments. Chilian thought of the sister, whose brief married life had ended in her pretty home at Providence, and how she looked in her coffin with her baby sheltered by one arm. The picture came before him vividly. Elizabeth liked cleanliness and order. It was natural after a long practice in it. Chilian's particular ways suited her.
Sally's father having been a major in the war, and the Rendalls are good stock. Let me see what's her name? Her mother was called Letty." "Cynthia. She was named for my mother." Chilian's voice had a reverent softness in it. "I always thought it a pretty name," said Eunice. "And I've heard people call it 'Cyn. I do abominate nicknames." Elizabeth uttered this with a good deal of vigor.
Now was the Chilian's last opportunity to snatch success out of the jaws of failure, and Captain Prat immediately seized it. Waving his sword above his head, he shouted: "Boarders, away! Follow me all who are able!" And he sprang over the side of his ship on to the decks of the Huascar.
She was Cousin Chilian's little girl, so why should she feel lonely! Once in a number of years spring comes early. It did this time, at the close of the century. People shook their heads and talked about "weather-breeders," and mentioned snow as late as May, when fruit trees had been in bloom. But nature had turned over a bright, clear leaf, that made the book of time fairly shine.
She loved to dwell on the times with her father, and it seemed as if she remembered a great deal more about her mother than she did at first, but she never imagined it was Cousin Chilian's memory that helped out hers. She had enjoyed the school very much. There were no high up "isms" or "ologies" for girls in those days.
Otherwise, I suppose, that would have been the first battle of the war. We were not living here then, but Cousin Chilian's father lived in this very house." "And the arms were really there!" Cynthia drew a long breath. "Oh, yes! They were ships' cannon going to be mounted for protection. Some day Cousin Chilian may take you over to the bridge and tell you all about it.
Surely she had brought it oh, yes! she had put it just inside the gate under the great clump of ribbon grass. If only Cousin Elizabeth's sharp eyes had not seen it. But there it was, safe enough. She was delighted to go to Cousin Chilian's room, though she never presumed. She seemed to have an innate sort of delicacy that he wondered at. The spelling was soon mastered.
"Six one way, seven the other." "Then what are you going to do with it?" asked the child eagerly. "Why, quilt it. Put some cotton between this and the lining, and sew them together with fine stitches." "And then " "Why" Eunice wondered herself. There were chests of them piled away in the garret Chilian's mother's, and those they had made to fill in the moments when housework was finished.
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