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Updated: June 14, 2025
When I went into Connie's room, I found her lying in bed a very picture of peace. But my entrance destroyed the picture. "Papa," she said, "why have you got your coat on? Surely you are not going out to-night. The wind is blowing dreadfully." "Not very dreadfully, Connie. It blew much worse the night we found your baby." "But it is very dark." "I allow that; but there is a glimmer from the sea.
I slipped on this robe to receive them in state and the minute Max saw it, he told me what it was like. The thing is in plain sight." The girls glanced about the room. Edith's eyes lingered for a second on a brass bowl full of blue hyacinths, but passed on. "I have it!" exclaimed Frances, noticing a slight inclination of Connie's fair head toward the open casement. "It's the color of the ocean!"
The only defence against any sort of "superiority," as some one has said, is to love it. But Mrs. Hooper did not love her husband's niece. She was often inclined to wish, as she caught sight of Alice's pinched face, that the household had never seen her. And yet without Connie's three hundred a year, where would the household be! Mrs.
But even if Connie's transitory affections were temporarily engaged, surely Donald was not encouraging her! A low whistle from the path below made her look down. It was Connie and she was stepping very cautiously as if trying to elude somebody. "Miss Lady!" she called softly. "Aren't you coming down again?" "No, I'm going to bed." "Don't go yet. I'm coming up. I want to tell you something."
Then, coming back, they saw Magdalen Tower, all silver and ebony under the rising moon, and the noble arch of the bridge. The world was all transmuted. Connie's only hold on the kind, common earth seemed to lie in this strong hand to which she clung; and yet in that touch, that hold, lay the magic that was making life anew.
"Look here do come in to me, and have a talk!" Alice agreed, after a moment's hesitation. There had never been any beginnings of intimacy between her and Connie, and she took Connie's advance awkwardly. The two girls were however soon seated in Connie's room, where a blazing fire defied the sudden cold of a raw and bleak October.
She had gone into the room which was now Connie's room; but as that had a second door, there was no suspicion caused by the fact that she was not found there a little time after, when the child told her mother what she had seen. After this, Connie had seen the same lady several times, and once had met her face to face. The child declared that she was not at all afraid.
But, you see, I have a man who attends to the names, and all that, of my negroes. But perhaps you can tell me who Estralla is?" replied Mr. Waite. "If you please, sir, she is Aunt Connie's little girl, and she lives with us, and I like her, and I thought " began Sylvia, but Mr. Waite raised his hand, and she stopped suddenly. "I see! I see! You want her to wait upon you. I see. Quite right.
Her cob-pipe was not suffered to go out and with Connie's help she kept the six small Cavendishes from risking life and limb in the keel boat, toward which they were powerfully drawn. Despite these activities she found time to call to Betty and Hannibal on the cabin roof. "Jump down here; that ain't no fittin' place for you-all to stop in with them gentlemen fightin'!"
It was as though her mother and her mother's soul showed through the girl's slighter temperament. The old satiric aloofness in Connie's brown eyes, an expression all her own, and not her mother's, seemed to have slipped away; Sorell missed it.
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