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"What kind of clothes were they?" "Queer," replied Cordelia, with a shudder. "If I didn't know you so well, I should think you had been drinking," said Mrs. Townsend. "Now, Cordelia Battles, I'm going out in that vacant lot and see myself what you're talking about." "I can't go," gasped the woman. With that Mrs.
She was met by Hannah Straight Tree on the upper landing, carrying a pail of scrub water, mixed with ashes, from the dormitory. Hannah set it on the top stair, and then glanced wickedly at Cordelia through half-closed eyes that meant mischief. "What if I should tip it over?" she said. "Ee! You must not.
"I knew there would something else come up," gasped Cordelia, leaning hard on the back of Adrianna's chair. "What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Townsend sharply, but her own face began to assume the shocked pallour which it was so easy nowadays for all their faces to assume at the merest suggestion of anything out of the common.
We won't dance with her if we can help it, and we've managed to keep her out of things that we were in, a good many times." "Well, nobody wants a person 'round with them who makes herself so disagreeable as Cordelia does; and as for dancing with her, she's never in step, and is always treading upon you and bumping against you; and in everything else it's just the same."
While the eyes of all men were upon this event, admiring the justice displayed in their deserved deaths, the same eyes were suddenly taken off from this sight to admire at the mysterious ways of the same power in the melancholy fate of the young and virtuous daughter, the lady Cordelia, whose good deeds did seem to deserve a more fortunate conclusion: but it is an awful truth, that innocence and piety are not always successful in this world.
In the park, as if the street scenes had been merely preliminary, the paths were alive, wriggling, with babies of every age, from the new-born to the children in pigtails and knickerbockers and, lo! these were already paired and practising at courtship. The walk that Cordelia was taking was amid a fever, a delirium, of maternity a rhapsody, a baby's opera, if one considered its noise.
Chu-hsuing was interesting as being the home of Miss Cordelia Morgan, a niece of Senator Morgan of Virginia. We found her to be a most charming and determined young woman who had established a mission station in the city under considerable difficulties.
"Oh," murmured Minnie, "Louisa Cordelia has just got to get hold of you, young man!" "I suppose it is my turn now," said Mary, "as long as you want to save Minnie for the last. Could you let me say you a little poetry, or was Luella's enough? I think some poetry sort of mixes things up a little." "I think poetry is lovely," said Rosanna sweetly. "We loved Luella's verses."
"I wish to buy the little brown shoes and stockings in the glass box," pointing to the show-case. "I have only fifty cents." "Why, of course, Cordelia, if you really wish to sell it," was the response. "The shoes and stockings are for Susie, I suppose, but are not the black ones nice enough?" Cordelia had displayed the little black shoes and stockings to the teachers with a deal of pride.
Probably even Aunt Cordelia had been a trifle nervous, at first, when she started out for Hawaii, say, or for Egypt. Mother and I were both fearful that the driver of the station 'bus hadn't really understood that he was to call.
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