United States or Philippines ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Up went Christie, and after a hasty look round a room as plain and white and still as a nun's cell, she whisked on a working-apron and ran down again, feeling, as she fancied the children did in the fairy tale, when they first arrived at the house of the little old woman who lived in the wood. Mrs.
Thus, too, they missed meeting with Cuyler's command, which they were charged to warn of the threatened danger." "May I ask if this is Ensign Hester?" inquired Christie, turning with an engaging smile toward the leather-clad young stranger. "Bless my soul! Yes. Haven't you met him?
He is going to be very gentle and good when Christie lets us come in here; and by and by we will go and sit under the locust-tree and be very good and happy all together." And so they did that afternoon, and many afternoons besides. A very happy time they had. Far from banishing Miss Gertrude and little Clement, the doctor encouraged them to be much with the sick boy.
Christie read aloud, while the children revelled in sand, shells, and puddles; Miss Tudor spun endless webs of gay silk and wool; and Mr.
I must apologize for the dirt, but I've laid in a mud-puddle for two days; and, though it was much easier than a board, it doesn't improve one's appearance." "What can I do for you? Where can I put you? I can't bear to see you here!" said Christie, much afflicted by the spectacle before her. "Why not? we are all alike when it comes to this pass.
The nurse came in. "Fetch her child," he cried; "God have mercy on her." "Ah, then he is dead," said she, with stony calmness. "I drove him to sea, and he is dead." The nurse rushed in, and held the child to her. She would not look at it. "Dead!" "Yes, our poor Christie is gone but his child is here the image of him. Do not forget the mother. Have pity on his child and yours."
"You sigh, my son," said the old man, observing the impression made on his youthful companion's countenance, but mistaking the cause; "if you fear to enter, we may yet return." "That can ye not," said Christie of the Clinthill, who emerged at that instant from the side-door under the archway.
Soulis lowped through the garden hedge, and ran, wi' skelloch upon skelloch, for the clachan. That same mornin' John Christie saw the black man pass the Muckle Cairn as it was chappin' six; before eicht, he gaed by the change-house at Knockdow; an' no lang after, Sandy M'Lellan saw him gaun linkin' doun the braes frae Kilmackerlie.
Christie tried to be just and gentle, to prove her gratitude to her first friend, and to show that her heart was unchanged. But she failed to win Lucy back and felt herself injured by such unjust resentment. Mrs. Black took her daughter's part, and though they preserved the peace outwardly the old friendliness was quite gone.
Walking and driving, boating and gardening, with pleasant days on the wide terrace, where Helen swung idly in her hammock, while Christie read or talked to her; and summer twilights beguiled with music, or the silent reveries more eloquent than speech, which real friends may enjoy together, and find the sweeter for the mute companionship.
Word Of The Day