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I've met with Pa-pistical, That's pat; But Ma-hershahalhashbaz, What's that? "Oh, Clovy, you bright little thing!" cried Rose, in fits of laughter. But Mary Silver looked quite pale. "I never heard of any thing so awful!" she said. "If that word had come to me, I should have fainted away on the spot, I know I should!" Next came WORD. Buttons. QUESTION. What is the best way to make home happy?
I don't know exactly what she reminded me of: a dried bouquet, or something rich and clovy that had turned brittle through long keeping in a sandal-wood box. I suppose her sandal-wood box had been Good Society. Well, I had a rare evening with her.
Phil needs me all the time, and a great deal more than she does; I don't see how I can." "You can't, of course. You are here to take care of Phil; and it is out of the question that you should have another person to look after. But I think you must mistake Mrs. Watson, Clovy. I know that Mrs. Hall wrote plainly about Phil's illness, for she showed me the letter."
How she used to J.A.B. with us!" "Now, Clovy, that's not kind. It's a very nice note indeed, and I am touched by it. It's a beautiful compliment to say that the man ought to be happy who has got me, I think. I never supposed that Miss Jane could pay a compliment." "Or make a joke! That touch about the scissors is really jocose, for Miss Jane.
"Did Papa eat any dinner?" asked Katy, one afternoon. "Not much. He said he wasn't hungry. And Mrs. Jackson's boy came for him before we were through." "Oh dear!" sighed Katy, "I do hope he isn't going to be sick. How it rains! Clovy, I wish you'd run down and get out his slippers and put them by the fire to warm. Oh, and ask Debby to make some cream-toast for tea! Papa likes cream-toast."
"She shall not get on my back," said Clover, straightening her small figure; "but doesn't it seem unnecessary that I should have an old woman of the sea to grapple with as well as Phil?" "Provoking things are apt to seem unnecessary, I fancy. You mustn't let yourself get worried, dear Clovy.
Worrett that the dining-room is all in confusion, but that we're going to have lunch here, and, after she's rested, I should be glad to have her come up. And, oh, Clovy! give her a fan the first thing. She'll be so hot. Bridget, you can bring up the luncheon just the same, only take out some canned peaches, by way of a dessert, and make Mrs. Worrett a cup of tea. She drinks tea always, I believe.
"Oh, Clovy," began Katy, but Papa interposed with "Katy, hold your tongue;" and though he looked quizzical as he said it, Katy saw that he was half in earnest, and stopped at once. "We're about to have a visitor," he went on, picking Johnnie up and settling her in his lap, "a distinguished visitor. Curly, you must put on your best manners, for she comes especially to see you." "A visitor!
"It's just as bad as the other!" she cried. "Do change back again, Clovy, that's a dear." "No, indeed!" said Clover, guarding her paper: "you've changed once, and now you must keep what you have." Rose made a face, chewed her pencil awhile, and then began to write rapidly. For some minutes not a word was spoken. "I've done!" said Esther Dearborn at last, flinging her paper into the basket-lid.
He had handsome, clearly cut features and black eyes, which seemed at the same time to demand and question. He had something of a supercilious air, although the expression of youthful innocence and honesty was still evident on his face. He wore a new suit as well as Maria, only his was gray instead of brown, and he wore a red carnation in his button-hole. Maria inhaled the clovy fragrance of it.
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