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Bangs's answer was in the form of delicate sarcasm, bellowed into the ear trumpet. "Sho!" he exclaimed. "I want to know! You don't say! Now you mention it, seems as if I had noticed a little air stirrin'." Another gust tilted the carriage top. Debby clutched the arm still tighter. "Why, it blows awful hard!" she cried. "I'd no idee it blew like this."
She had listened to his stories of the work he meant to do and she looked upon him as the most wonderful person in the world. But that had happened over twenty years ago, and she was very foolish to think of it at all. Miss Richards worked in silence. At last when Debby Alden brought herself back from her day-dreams, her companion addressed her.
I will not go and leave you here, Aunt Debby, and you cannot make me." "Hester Alden ." Debby Alden meant to be firm. It was scandalous to have a child so express herself to her elder, and that elder as a mother to her. Debby Alden would not be weak. She would be firm, and not so much as allow Hester to express an opinion.
"You told me several years ago, that you knew more of Hester's family than you had given out. You told me no more than that, and I do not ask to know more now. But it came to me that they might be bound to Hester by ties of blood. Surely such a resemblance cannot come by mere chance." "There are no blood ties there," cried Debby Alden. "I am sure of that. No, do not misunderstand me.
This Debby had the flush of sixteen years in her cheeks and the tender light of day-dreams in her eyes. Just a moment, Debby Alden sat thus. Then the woman came back where the girl had been. "What more?" she asked Hester. "Of what else does this wonderful lad talk?" "Everything, Aunt Debby. I really do not believe there is a subject that he cannot talk upon."
"And you will not need to never again," said Miss Debby, going to the girl's aid. "Let her cry. It will do her good," she continued as the others were about to leave their dinner. "Let her cry, it will do her good." At this Renee began to giggle. Mame looked at her and straightway did as Renee.
A solitary swan ruffled its plumes and elongated its throat, doubled in quivering outlines beneath the muddy surface. All at once the splash of oars was heard and the sluggish waters were stirred by the passage of a boat in which a heroic young man was rowing a no less heroic young woman. Dutch Debby burst into tears and went home.
If she does not intend coming home at once, I shall go to Minnequa and be with her. I may start early and shall not see you in the morning. Will you explain to Miss Debby and the girls? I am not running away, but I must not let my mother stay there alone." "Yes, you must go. Do not give a thought about us. We shall be very well taken care of here. Poor Aunt Harriet!
But Debby had a circle of admirers who loved her with a sincerity few summer queens could boast; for they were real friends, won by gentle arts, and retained by the gracious sweetness of her nature.
"It was 'most as exciting as a regatta, and you pulled well, Evan; but you had too much ballast aboard, and Miss Wilder ran up false colors just in time to save her ship. What was the wager?" asked the lively Joseph, complacently surveying his marine millinery, which would have scandalized a fashionable mermaid. "Only a trifle," answered Debby, knotting up her braids with a revengeful jerk.
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