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"Little maid," she said kindly, "thy small shoulders will never hold the world, nor even thy father's cottage. Hast thou forgot what thou saidst not an half-hour gone, that God takes care of you all?" "Oh yes, He takes big care of us," was Cissy's answer. "He'll see that we have meat and clothes and so forth, and that Father gets work. But He'll hardly keep Will and Baby out of mischief, will He?
That man you see on the veranda is the sheriff's officer. The house and all that it contains are in the hands of the law." Cissy's face whitened in proportion as her eyes grew darker, but she said stoutly, "I shall stay here till my popper tells me to go." "Till your popper tells you to go!" repeated Mr.
"When I am grown up," said Denis, "I mean to be the same church as Aunt Cissy." "And what may that be?" inquired the Canon. Denis was silent and looked perplexed; but some time afterwards, when we were talking of other things, he called out, with the joy of one who has captured that elusive thing, a definition: "In Aunt Cissy's church they climb trees and make toffee on Sundays."
At this moment, Liz, who occupied the middle step between the two, and was of a much more sedate and equable nature than either of her sisters, suddenly effected a diversion that did more to raise Cissy's spirits than all Conny's whispered consolation and kisses.
But although the dog's faithful heart ached at the neglect of his little mistress, he did not desert his place of protector, but watched and guarded the princess while she and her friend prattled on all the long, bright days, quite unconscious of his trouble. One afternoon Cissy's happiness reached its highest point.
"Maybe there'll be shows ere long for you, Mistress Amy," answered Elizabeth gravely, as a cold shiver ran through her to think of what might be the consequence of her untold message. Well! Cissy's father at any rate would be safe: thank God for that! "Why will there? Hast been at one to-night?" "No." Elizabeth checked herself from saying more.
Oddly enough, he fancied that something of her old conscious manner had returned with her clothes, and as he stepped with her into the back seat of the covered sleigh in waiting, he could not help saying, "I really think I understand you better in your other clothes." A slight blush mounted to Cissy's cheek, but her eyes were still audacious.
"Oh, so glad!" said Cissy, under her breath. "And how hath Will stood out?" was the next question, which produced profound silence for a few seconds. Then Will broke forth. "I haven't, Master Ewring at least, it's Cissy's doing, and she's had hard work to make me stick. I should have given up ever so many times if she'd have let me.
"And now I lay me down to sleep, I pray that Christ my soul may keep; If I should die before I wake, I pray that Christ my soul may take; Wake I at morn, or wake I never, I give my soul to Christ for ever." After this strange jumble of good things and nonsense, Will jumped into bed, where the baby was already laid. It was Cissy's turn next.
Sent by the churches, like the Center workers in the cranberries, in the peas and in Cissy's onions, they went out through the country to help the people who needed them. The sheriff, it seemed, had told them about the Beechams when he met them a few minutes ago. First they looked in at Grandma, still asleep with the Seth Thomas ticking beside her.
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