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All day she said little or nothing and would not eat. She simply sat still, looking out of the east window. "No," she said, gently, to Ruth, "nothing is the matter, deary, I'm just tired." When Winfield came, she kept him away from Miss Ainslie without seeming to do so. "Let's go for a walk," she said. She tried to speak lightly, but there was a lump in her throat and a tightening at her heart.
It hurt him so, that the pain brought tears to his eyes. "Deary girl," he cried, "I'd give you anything you could think of if I had it. But I can't get it, see? It ain't that I don't want to good Lord, little 'un, you don't think that, do you?"
"It came from China," said Miss Ainslie, feeling the unspoken question. "I had a whole chest of it, but it's almost all gone." Ruth was turning her cup and consulting the oracle. "Here's two people, a man and a woman, from a great distance, and, yes, here's money, too. What is there in yours?" "Nothing, deary, and besides, it doesn't come true."
And you would never hear it from his mouth. Molly, child, they say Trampas would kill him if he dared, and that's on account of you." "I never saw Trampas," said Molly, fixing her eyes upon the speaker. "No, deary. But before a lot of men Taylor has told me about it Trampas spoke disrespectfully of you, and before them all he made Trampas say he was a liar.
"Oh, Sarah Emily, don't you hate dishes?" she groaned. "We've got such stacks of them." But Sarah Emily did not hear. Tom Teeter was standing down there between the rows of cabbages, talking to Mr. Gordon upon the "Conscienceless greed and onmitigated rapacity" of certain emissaries of the opposing political party. To all of which his neighbor was responding with: "Well, well. Deary me, now, Tom."
And so with the ordinary mishaps, and with days and hours of unspeakable and healthy happiness, I learnt to ride well and to know horses. And poor Mrs. Bundle, sitting safely at home in her rocking-chair, endured all the fears from which I was free. "Now look, my deary," said she one day; "don't you go turning your sweet face round to look up at the nursery windows when you're a riding off.
"O yes, indeed you have, but what do you think that I came here to tell you dear." Isabel confessed that it was useless to attempt to guess as the day had been such an eventful one, and offered so large a scope for the imagination. "Well if you won't guess I must tell you deary, I'm engaged to Harry Mornington." "May you be very, very happy dear Emily," said Isabel returning her embrace.
"Forgive you, deary!" she cried. "I never thought." "It has been so easy for you," Honora faltered. "Yes, it has. I ought to thank God, and I do every night." She looked long and earnestly, through her tears, at the young lady from the far away East as she lay against the lace pillows, her paleness enhanced by the pink gown, her dark hair in two great braids on her shoulders.
"I'll take a broom and sweep it up to-morrow. Nobody goes near the orchard now, except me when I hang out the clothes; so I need say nothing about it to the old man or any body. But ah! deary me, what a beautiful lot of coal I've lost!" She stood and looked at it mournfully, and then went into her cottage, where she found two or three of the little children keeping Gardener company.
He lay back and dozed. After a while he opened his eyes. "Mrs. Brackett-" "What is it, deary?" The good woman had been herself on the point of dozing, but was instantly alert. "Am I going to die?" "You goin' to die!" She tried to make her voice indignant, but it broke. "I want to know." "He wants to know, good land!" exclaimed Mrs. Brackett.
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