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"Worse!" declared Miss Major. "We don't have pie or pudding now ever!" put in Miss Crilly eagerly. "And we can't talk at table, only just to ask for things!" "Oh, my!" cried Mrs. Tenney. "What does possess her!" "Seven devils, I guess!" laughed Miss Crilly. "Better put it seven hundred and seven!" flashed Polly. They laughed, and the talk went on. Miss Sterling watched the hostess.
She caught up the vase and bore it triumphantly along the hall. Mrs. Crump was on the couch. "All for me? Why, Miss Sterling! How good you are! You can't have kept many for yourself." "I don't want any," laughed the donor. "I'll be glad enough if you can enjoy them." Miss Crilly and Miss Major came in. "Mis' Crump! if you're not tryin' to beat Miss Sterling!
The party broke ranks and scattered among the bushes, eager for the fruit that was just in its prime. "Do you suppose they belong to anybody?" queried Mrs. Prindle, a bit anxiously. "If they do they don't love 'em a whole lot," Miss Crilly returned. "See those! They are so ripe they almost fall to pieces lookin' at 'em! But they're sweet as sugar!" She plumped them into her mouth.
It is nothing!" Mrs. Albright put an arm around her. "It is only that Mr. Randolph is sick." "O-o-h!" mourned Polly. "It's in the morning paper," added Miss Crilly. "It says, 'seriously ill." "Yet he may not be," interposed Miss Sterling. "The papers seldom get it right." "It is too bad!" Polly sat down.
I thought then that whoever had those flowers wouldn't find out who sent 'em!" "It isn't right!" Mrs. Albright's comfortable face took on stern, troubled lines. "I'd go to the florist and find out," declared Miss Crilly. "There's no name on the box." Miss Sterling drew a deep breath, and indignation flushed her pale cheeks. "I did suppose we could have what belonged to us, even here!
"She ought to have a doctor," Miss Sterling said, with wrinkled forehead. "I wonder if I can be of any use I'll come right up." The combined resources of the two were of no avail. Miss Crilly grew worse, "I shall die I know I shall! just as poor Miss Twining is going to!" wailed the sufferer. "No, you won't!" returned Mrs. Albright. "You haven't any heart trouble."
Miss Crilly was in high spirits.. The road Polly had chosen led through an avenue of old elms and thence out into the wide country. Past the city milepost, not far distant from the Home, a little brook purled along, overswept by willows. "Isn't this beautiful!" cried Miss Major. "And here are raspberries oh!"
You don't s'pose she's gone luny, do you? She was so upset about goin' to that weddin'!" "No, it isn't that!" decided Miss Sterling. "Mrs. Dick is not the kind to go crazy." "Somebody's comin'!" Miss Crilly darted to the closet and shut herself in. Mrs. Albright and Mrs. Adlerfield appeared. "I thought Miss Crilly was here." Mrs. Albright looked about in surprise.
He turned toward the saucy speaker and shook his finger sternly. "Jilting me, and then taunting me of my failure! Katharine Crilly, perhaps before midnight the slipper will be on the other foot!" This brought a hubbub of applause and merriment, and the ladies backed away from the charmed circle and giggled and talked gayly among themselves.
Albright, Miss Crilly, and I, said that something must be done. We thought you were the best one to tell, for you have always been such a friend we could trust you'" "You can, Polly!" He smiled across to her. "You need not be afraid of my divulging the source of my information."
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