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Miss Craydocke had found Barbara one evening, in the twilight, standing alone in one of the brown-room windows. She had come up, in her gentle, old-friendly way, and stood beside her. "My dear," she said, with the twilight impulse of nearness, "I am an old woman. Aren't you pushing something away from you, dear?" "Ow!" said Barbara, as if Miss Craydocke had pinched her.
"Miss Craydocke began, and I had to scream at her; even Sin Scherman made a little moral speech about her own wild ways, and set that baby crowing over me! And once Aunt Trixie 'vummed' at me. And I'm sure I ain't doing a single thing!"
There, I've remembered that word, at least!" Miss Craydocke was more than ever bewildered. "What is it, my dear? An experiment?" "No; an analogy. Something that's been in my head these three days. I can't make everything quite clear, Mr. Wharne, but I know it's there.
"We'll change the programme, and put 'Taking the Oath' between. The caps can be different, and you can powder your hair for one, and would it do to ask Miss Craydocke for a front for the other?" Sin Saxon had grown delicate in her feeling for the dear old friend whose hair had once been golden. "I'll tell her about it, and ask her to help me contrive.
"I didn't name myself, in the first place; did I? Sinsie had to be Sinsie; and then how am I accountable for the blessed luck that gave me for best friends dear old Marmaduke Wharne and Kerenhappuch Craydocke?" But down in the kitchen, and up in the nursery, there was disapproval. "It was bad enough," they said, these orderers of household administration, "when there was two.
Sin Saxon, as they called her, was so bright and odd and fascinating; was there any harm because no special, obvious good in that? There was a little twinge of doubt, remembering poor Miss Craydocke; but that had seemed pure fun, not malice, after all, and it was, hearing Sin Saxon tell it, very funny.
It was beautiful to see the Josselyns so girlish and gay; it was lovely to look at old Miss Craydocke, with her little tremors of pleasure, and the sudden glistenings in her eyes; Sin Saxon's pretty face was clear and noble, with its pure impulse of kindliness, and her fun was like a sparkle upon deep waters.
I can't do great things. I can only just carry round my little cup of cold water." "But it gets so dreadfully joggled in such a place as this! Don't we girls disturb you, Miss Craydocke? I should think you'd be quieter in the other wing, or upstairs." "Young folks are apt to think that old folks ought to go a story higher.
"If you had been there you'd have spoiled the picture." "Look at that!" exclaimed Leslie, showing her beryl. "That's for Miss Craydocke." And then, when the first utterances of amazement and admiration were over, she told them the story of the child and her misfortune, and of what Miss Craydocke had done. "That's beautiful, I think," said she.
Well, all is, I was going to do this very thing, with enlargements. And now Miss Craydocke and I may collapse." "Why, when with you and your enlargements we might make the most admirable combination? At least, the Dixville road is open to all." "Very kind of you to say so, the first part, I mean, if you could possibly have helped it.
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