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She paused, stepped out of her dress which lay a heap of shining silk and billowy net upon the floor, looked at her sister. "It's something about Reggie," she declared with eager interest. "Yes, it is! Oh, Bessie, tell me first. Your face is as red as red! Tell me first!" You mind your own business, Deda; and brush your hair." "I'm not going to brush it, to-night: I can't. It's so tangly.
They all cried then, and hushed and petted her, and made her drink a glass of poor Emily's wine, which still further flushed her cheeks, and made her laugh across her tears. Then they had to be stern with her, and scold her, lest she should be in hysterics. And through it all she kept looking at the clock on the mantelpiece. "Only five minutes more, mama! Deda, Emily, only five minutes more!"
Are we never to show our noses among other people again? You do carry things to extremes, Deda!" Deleah accepted the reproach meekly, having nothing to say nothing, that is, which Bessie would understand. Then the boarder came in, for it was early closing afternoon, and took his place by the side of Franky. "Some more mysterious presents," Bessie said, smiling upon him.
Black ribbons instead of blue run in the lace of the bodices. Deleah's skirt would be short, but who would see that if Deleah were sitting down? Deleah drooped as she listened, leaving the tea in her cup and the bread-and-butter untouched on her plate. "Elbows off the table, Deda," Franky reminded her, who was frequently commanded to remove his own. Deleah took no heed.
"I," the Manchester man hurriedly admits. "I did not say you were conspicuous, Miss Deleah. I only said I had seen you sitting there with your book among the flowers." "She is not to sit there again, mama. Will you please say so? Deda, you are not to sit in the window again. We can't help living above a grocer's shop, but we need not make a display of ourselves." "If it offends Mr.
Deleah, chaperoned by Franky, could have no excuse. She refused him very gently, because of his subdued demeanour, and because, absurd as it was of him, his voice had faltered when he made his appeal, and his eyes had grown moist. "But you must not take Franky, Reggie," she said, and called on the child to descend, and come in to his tea. "Le'me go, Deda! Le'me go!" Franky pleaded.
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