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I'll find him, if I search the house, and tell him all, though I never dare to look him in the face again, and Aunt Pen sends me home to-morrow." Full of zeal and courage, Debby caught up her hat and ran down the steps, but, as she saw Frank Evan coming up the path, a sudden panic fell upon her, and she could only stand mutely waiting his approach.
Debby asked no questions, according to Hester the same privileges she demanded for herself to have hurts and wounds without being questioned concerning them. At the sight of Hester's troubled face, Debby Alden's old fears came back to her. Had someone at the school brought up the subject of the girl's parentage?
"I'm going to keep this and wear it, Aunt Debby." "I don't believe I would, Hester. Someone might ask you where you got it." "And I shall tell them it was my mother's, and that I wore it when I was a little baby. That is true. Isn't it, Aunt Debby?" "You might lose it " Debby began. "If I do, no one will care except me. I'd dearly love to have it, Aunt Debby.
Of course, she would try to make Helen and every one else happy, even though she were most miserable herself. I would not have spoken of the matter, had I not thought you were estimating one's happiness by the amount of material wealth one possessed. "Poor Mrs. Vail! I am a happier woman than she. I have just my little home and my girl, but I am very content." "So am I, Aunt Debby."
It was really lucky this haven offered itself. "I'll stay for to-night, anyhow," she announced, while Debby's face lit up as with a bonfire of joy. "To-morrow we'll discuss matters further. And now, dear, can I help you with your sewing?" "No, Esther, thank you kindly. You see there's only enough for one," said Debby apologetically. "To-morrow there may be more.
"No!" persisted Elsie, who, now that she had made up her mind to part with the treasured secret, could not bear to be stopped. "Cousin Helen gave me a half-dollar, and told me to give it to Debby, and tell her she was much obliged to her for making her such nice things to eat. And I did. And Debby was real pleased. And I wrote Cousin Helen a letter, and told her that Debby liked the half-dollar.
She suffered a great deal." "Oh!" Esther put her cup down and sat back with face grown white. "I am afraid to ask about any one else," she said at last. "I suppose the Sons of the Covenant are getting on all right; they can't be dead, at least not all of them." "They have split up," said Debby gravely, "into two communities. Mr.
Debby took an ear from the pan, and, tearing open the husk, tried a kernel with a critical thumb. "Tough, ain't it?" she remarked, disparagingly. "Likely to be, this time o' year. Is that the pork?" It was a generous cube, swathed in a fresh white cloth. "Yes, it is," said Letty breathlessly, thrusting it in and shutting the bag. "There!"
Had it been within her own home, Debby Alden would have done the work herself. Every bit of woodwork in her own home had been done over with her own brush, and her paper-hanging had won the admiration of the country-side. The next in the course of events was selecting the articles of furniture which might be spared from home. Debby had no idea of dismantling her old home.
Debby Alden was alive to the world about her, and her active interests had given brilliance to her eyes and lightness to her steps. The angles of twenty-five years had been softened into curves. Debby was no longer hard-featured and scrawny. She had grown plump and round.
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