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When Bourhope caught a nearer glimpse of Chrissy he was rather dismayed to see that she had been crying. Bourhope hated to see girls crying, particularly girls like Chrissy, to whom it was not becoming. He had no particular fancy for Cinderellas or other beggar-maids.
It made me so miserable to hear you so happy that I could not help it! Would you mind forgiving me, dear?" "I don't mind your hearing a bit. I am glad you should know how the chief loves me!" But you must be careful, dear! Papa might pretend to take him for a robber, and shoot him!" "Oh, no, Chrissy! He wouldn't do that!" "I would not be too sure! I hadn't an idea before what papa was like!
"'Charlie, my boy, its' a good thing ANOTHER besides me was born on Christmas-day, isn't it? "'Yes, dear uncle, said I; and it was all I could say. He lay quite quiet for a few minutes, when there came a gentle knock to the street door. "'That's Chrissy! he cried, starting up in bed, and stretching out his arms with trembling eagerness. 'And me to say this Christmas-day would bring me no good!
"I never heard anything so disgusting!" pursued Christina. "But," suggested Mercy, "you like to READ horrid stories, Chrissy! You said so only yesterday! And there was nothing in what he told us that oughtn't to be spoken about." "What! not those hideous coffins and the bodies dropping out of them all crawling, no doubt?" "That is your own, Chrissy! You KNOW he did not go so far as that!
Chrissy!" she said, pointing. On the corner next them, close by the pepper-pot turret, sat the two men, in what seemed to loving eyes a dangerous position, but to the mountaineers themselves a comfortable coin of vantage. The girls thought, "They are looking out for us!" but Ian was there only because Alister was there. The men waved their bonnets. Christina responded with her handkerchief.
Spottiswoode," she said, warming with her subject and impelled to a bit of confidence, "do you know, Dr. Stark thinks my mother will be about again in a few months. You are aware her knee-joint has been affected. We were even afraid she would never put down her foot again. It would have been a dreadful trial for all of us." Chrissy spoke simply, in a rather moved voice.
So there was little fear of excess in Mr. Spottiswoode's house. Mrs. Spottiswoode, a genius in her own line, had a cheerful fire in her drawing-room, and sat by the hearth with her children tumbling round her, while Corrie, fairer than ever in the blinking fire-light, and Chrissy, brown and merry, sat on either side of her.
In the following spring Chrissy was married, and after a good cry with her brother over this breaking up of the home circle, Mary Ann took upon herself the household duties, and became the care-taker instead of the school-girl. Although so young she took a leading part in the benevolent work of the neighborhood. Her love for books increased.
It 's all talk with me all snarling and railing and whining at hard facts, like a viper wasting its venom on steel. I'm sick of myself weary of the old, stale round of my thoughts. Where can I wash and be clean? Chrissy, for God's sake, tell me." "Put your hope in the Spring," she said, "an' be busy for Will."
It made me so miserable to hear you so happy that I could not help it! Would you mind forgiving me, dear?" "I don't mind your hearing a bit. I am glad you should know how the chief loves me!" But you must be careful, dear! Papa might pretend to take him for a robber, and shoot him!" "Oh, no, Chrissy! He wouldn't do that!" "I would not be too sure! I hadn't an idea before what papa was like!
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