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Dale hesitated a moment to make sure of his bearings. "Well, then, come along. I know where that is. And you forget 'bout your Cynthia. You've got another doll, haven't you? If you haven't, you just ask Santa Claus for one. Why, say, kiddo, what's this? You lame?" For the little girl skipped jerkily at his side.
Helena, with her hand on the steering wheel, nodded and smiled to her, and in another minute the splendid car was gliding out of the garage yard, and flying through the park. Cynthia, with Mrs. Friend, Lady Maud Luton, and Mrs. Mawson, were left looking after them.
Lem whistled, and joked with little Cynthia, and gave her the reins to drive, and of last they came in sight of Brampton Street, with its terrace-steepled church and line of wagons hitched to the common rail, for it was market day. Father and daughter walked up and down, hand in hand, under the great trees, and then they went to the bank.
"M-may I call you Cynthy Cynthy?" he asked. "Y-yes," answered Cynthia, looking up to her father and then glancing shyly at Jethro. His eyes were on the mountain, and he seemed to have forgotten her until she reached out to him, timidly, another strawberry. He seized her little hand instead and held it between his own much to the astonishment of his friends. "Whose little gal be you?" he asked.
When the baron is defeated, the serfs come out of their holes in the castle rock and fling their curses across the moat. Cynthia slept but little, and was glad when the day came to take her to her scholars, to ease her mind of the thoughts which tortured it.
But still she kept her eyes on Cynthia's face. "I'll fetch him." "No," said Cynthia, "I'll go to him there." She took the path, leaving Millicent with her mouth open, too amazed to speak again, and yet not knowing why. In the tannery shed! Would Jethro remember what happened there almost six and thirty years before?
"You tell me," she commanded Norton. Norton looked genuinely uncomfortable, and, probably in consequence, he answered her with a gruffness that sounded brutal. "It was West. He has been arrested. His own fault entirely. No one would have suspected him if he hadn't been a fool, and given his own show away." "He wasn't a fool!" Cynthia flashed back fiercely. "He was my friend!"
"I'll go and see her," said Cynthia. "I don't believe she's strong enough for a waitress, and I have got to tell her so." "Well," returned Mrs. Durgin, glumly, after a moment's reflection, "I shouldn't want you should hurry her. Wait till she's out of bed, and give her another chance." "All right."
Poor Cynthia, the clothes were simple enough. Not her manner, which was as kind and sweet as ever. What was it that compelled their talk about themselves, that made them refrain from asking those questions about Boston, and why she had come back?
'Of course I never thought of doing such a thing, replied Molly. 'I didn't like him; and Lady Harriet spoke of him the next day as if he wasn't a person to be liked. Cynthia was quite silent. At length she said, 'I wish I was good! 'So do I, said Molly, simply. She was thinking again of Mrs Hamley, 'Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust'
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