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Windibrook is in the parlor, miss, and a jintleman on the veranda," continued Norah, encouraged. Cissy started. "I'll come down," she said briefly. Mr. Windibrook was waiting beside the piano, with his soft hat in one hand and a large white handkerchief in the other.
"I suppose, dear, you are dreadfully anxious about your father when he is away from home?" she said to Cissy, with a sympathetic sigh. Cissy, conscious of never having felt a moment's anxiety, and accustomed to his absences, replied naively, "Why?" "Oh," responded Mrs. Windibrook, "on account of his great business responsibilities, you know; so much depends upon him."
How much know you about it?" "Please, we know about the Lord Jesus," said Cissy, putting her hands together, as if she were going to say her prayers. "We know that He died on the cross for us, so that we should not be punished for our sins, and He sends the Holy Ghost to make us good, and the Bible, which is God's Word, and we mustn't let anybody take it away from us."
He feels that it is as likely as not that she'll throw him over for some of the grand people she will meet there. Cissy had guessed rightly. A suspicion had entered into his heart that Mildred was beginning to perceive that her interest lay rather with the Delacours than with him.
Why, he even said your father ought to send you to school somewhere, and not let you grow up in this half civilized place." Strangely enough, Cissy did not hail this corroboration of her dislike to young Masterton with the liveliness one might have expected. Perhaps it was because Piney Tibbs was no longer present, having left Cissy at the parsonage and returned home.
Elsie and Cissy have spent years here, and what they do does not amount to much. They wander from method to method, abandoning each in turn. I am utterly discouraged, and made up my mind to give up painting. 'What are you going to do? 'I don't know. One of these days I shall find out my true vocation. 'You're young, you are beautiful
Bowling doesn't seem to know his own mind, and just lately he's been paying so much attention to me that Cissy has got quite frantic about it. This was really and truly the reason why I left home. 'I see, murmured the listener, with a look of genuine interest. 'Yes. They wanted to get me out of the way.
The pretty, flushed but defiant face of Cissy that afternoon haunted him; he had not known the immediate cause of it, but made no doubt that she had already heard the news of her father's disgrace when he met her. He regretted now that he hadn't spoken to her, if only a few formal words of sympathy.
It has seemed to me that you might have let me see her " Cissy flushed. "She's such a great grown-up," she said. "Somehow when I'm with her I feel old " "You will never seem old," he said, with the nearest approach to tenderness that had softened his voice for days. "You have in you the spirit of eternal youth " Then he floundered on.
"I beg pardon," answered a voice behind the urn. They have shut him out. I will be back presently." Cecilia rose and was gone. Mrs. Campion took her place at the tea-urn. "It is quite absurd of Cissy to be so fond of that hideous dog," said Travers, petulantly. "Its hideousness is its beauty," returned Mrs. Campion, laughing. "Mr.
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