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I cannot allow myself to think of Miss Ruth, and how she would paint her pictures, and play my accompaniments, and then find my mind on Miss Deborah's dinners. It is impracticable; it is almost improper. To-morrow I will decide." To have reached this conclusion was to have accomplished a great deal. Mr.
The fire has dazzled my eyes. I'll get a light." "Oh, don't," he said; "I like the firelight." But she had gone, and came back again with Sally, who carried the lamps, and looked very much surprised, for Sally knew Ashurst ways better than Mr. Forsythe did: her young man always went home at nine. "How pleasant it was at Miss Deborah's!"
This eternal school business of Deborah's was beginning to get on his nerves. Yes, just a little on his nerves! Why couldn't she give up one evening, just one, and get Laura out of this snarl she was in? He heard her at the telephone, and presently she came back to them. "Oh, Edith," she said casually, "don't send any supper up to Laura. She says she doesn't want any to-night.
As the time of Ruth's visit to Barren Hill drew near she made many pleasant plans of all she would see and do while at Aunt Deborah's square stone house, and recalled all that her aunt had told her of the beehives in a sunny corner of the garden, the flocks of chickens, the many birds that nested safely in the orchard trees, and the big attic that would be such a fine play-house on stormy days.
Rose Woodley ran up and down indefatigably, preparing everything for the accommodation of the guests, smoothing down Deborah's petulance, and keeping her mother from over-exertion or anxiety.
Audrey heard suppressed laughter, and heard a speech which she did not understand, but which was uttered in an angry voice, much like Mistress Deborah's when she chided. A sudden terror of herself and of Haward's world possessed her. She turned where she stood in her borrowed plumage, and clung to his hand and arm. "Let me go," she begged. "It is all a mistake, all wrong. Let me go, let me go."
And it may have been because Hope turned her eyes so often toward the corner window, that she failed to see the young woman who turned in at their own gate. Then Deborah's voice called from the kitchen for Miss Hope, and the nurse went into the house. "It's someone to see you," said the widow with an air of great mystery. "I tuck her into your room, where she's waitin' for you.
You love the sunlight, do you not?" She turned on me a startled face. "What makes you ask such strange questions, child?" she said. "Of course I like the sun. Most people do. It is no uncommon thing, especially at my age." "But the sunbeams do not follow every one, auntie, do they?" I persisted. Miss Deborah's crochet fell into her lap.
He looked up at her, "Why, Deb!" he said, smiling, such a bright, boyish smile, that it Went to poor Deborah's heart directly, and she sobbed and cried out loud. "Oh, Hugh, lad! Hugh! dunnot look at me, when it wur my fault! To think I brought hur to it! And I loved hur so! Oh lad, I dud!" The confession, even In this wretch, came with the woman's blush through the sharp cry.
Deborah's promised banquet was soon on the board; and in simplicity as well as neatness and good order, answered the character she had claimed for it. In one respect alone, there seemed some inconsistency, perhaps a little affectation.
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