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They keep all the company, and I so seldom have any one come; you see Debbie has no children and can do so much better for any one stopping there than I can, but I like company, too, and I am glad of a chance to keep you. You two can have Maudie's bed. Maud is my oldest girl and she has gone to Ogden to visit, so we have plenty of room." By now it was quite dark.
"Somebody has been wanted to deal with that extraordinary girl." "Ah, poor girl! Do you know she is very ill with brain fever? Keziah has gone to nurse her. It must have been that coming on. She was out of her mind." "I should think so and everybody else too, apparently. What were you all about, Debbie, not to see this Goldsworthy affair going on under your noses?" "It hasn't been going on.
Sometimes she had had such dreams as this dreams in which she was back in the world, wearing its garments, tasting its pleasures, looking again upon forbidden things. Why should she not now be dreaming? Then a sound fell upon her ear; a sound, long forgotten, yet so familiar that as she heard it, she felt herself a child at home again the soft, contented snoring of old Debbie, fast asleep.
And, falling upon her knees, old Debbie prayed to the Angel Gabriel that she might live to hold in her arms, and rock to sleep upon her bosom, sweet babes, both fair and dark: "Fair little maids," she said, "and fine, dark boys," explaining to Gabriel that which she thought would be most fit.
Perhaps Limpy-toes will make us a sled and some skates." "Don't worry, Granny," said Mother Gray-mouse cheerily. "Grand-daddy and Hezekiah will take care of us. After the storm, they can tramp to the store on the frozen crust and fetch some cheese, matches and sugar. By-and-by, the ground will be bare and they can pull our furniture cart home. Debbie likes winter in the country.
"Ah darling!" he breathed, between his pants, and with an effort drew her hand to his lips. Then they were his last words, whispered very low "Never mind now, Debbie so long as you are here." He seemed to drowse into a kind of half-sleep, in spite of his too obvious and audible suffering.
"But, Debbie," gasped Billie when she could find her voice, "I don't know a thing in the world about cooking. Have you have you ordered anything?" "Yas, indeed," Debbie assured her, going on to explain that the meal was virtually prepared anyway. "I done made a salad for you and Chet, an' the butter beans am in de pan. Dere is some stew too, which all you has to do is to warm up, Miss Billie.
"Don't go yet, Debbie. I never get a word with you these days, you are so taken up with all sorts of people. And you haven't had time to get cool yet. I know you haven't by the feel of your hand." She tried to withdraw it, but did not try very hard. "My dear boy," she trembled, "do you know what time it is? It must be simply ALL hours." "What does that matter? We are not keeping anybody up."
Hugh turned with him, and laughed; but in his laughter there was no vexation, no bitterness, no unrest. It was the happy laugh of a heart aglow with a hope amounting to certainty. "There were two of us the other night, my dear lord," he said; "but now old Debbie has appeared, methinks there are three!" The next day dawned, clear and radiant; a perfect summer morning.
"It is a good old name, anyway," was the somewhat reluctant assent. "But she is sure to get 'Debbie, or 'Deb, which I dislike very much." "Oh, that all depends upon what a child is called at home, Daniel. If we begin at once to call her Deborah, people will do the same." "Very well, Martha, if you wish to call her Deborah, I have no objection. But "
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