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She was on the floor, now, beside her little fineries; her hands clasped together about one knee, and her face turned up to Cousin Delight's. She looked as if she half believed herself to be ill-used. "And clothes are but the first want, the primitive fig-leaves; the world is full of other outside business, as much outside as these," pursued Miss Goldthwaite, thoughtfully.
"I knew your mouth was two inches bigger than Delight's!" "Oh, no, brother," rejoined Midge, "it's because your mouth is so tiny you can't smile very well!" But whatever the reason, there was a good two inches difference in the aggregate, so Flip Henderson's side was the winner. "As all the Chessy Cats grinned nobly, you must all have prizes," said Mr.
Delight's little rosebud mouth couldn't make a very wide grin, but she stretched it as wide as possible, showing her pretty white teeth, and held it motionless while it was measured. It was astonishing how wide some of them could stretch their smiling mouths, and how absurd they looked while standing stock still to be measured.
Delight greatly admired Marjorie's enthusiastic, go-ahead ways, and Midget was impressed by Delight's quiet way of accomplishing things. Both were clever, capable children, and could usually do whatever they set out to, but Marjorie went at it with a rush and a whirl, while Delight was more slow and sure.
Whatever gravity and spaciousness of aim there may be in our prosperous social life does not appear to him. He sees, and he sees all the more brightly because he is looking at it out of toil and darkness, the glitter, the delight for delight's sake, the show and the pride and the folly.
"Yes," said Midget, giggling at Delight's Irish brogue, which was always funny; "but be careful. The child isn't well." The child was Blackberry, who was dressed in large white muffler of Mrs. Spencer's pinned 'round its neck. "The saints presarve us, mum! Ye've got the wrong baby! This is a black one, mum!"
Marjorie sighed a little, for Valentine Day was always a gay season in the Maynard home, but she had promised not to be sorry for herself, so she put the thought away from her mind. As Mrs. Spencer's room opened into Delight's, she decided to give that to Marjorie, and take the guest room herself.
The document, however, was drawn up before she knew of the existence of this other granddaughter, and in view of this fact, the person to whom the property is willed feels that it is only just that the whole or a part of it should be relinquished in Delight's favor." There was an instant's pause.
"Take off your things, won't you? I ought to have asked you before. I haven't any sense." Marjorie jumped up and threw off her hat and coat, tossed them on the couch, and then plumped herself into another big chair near Delight's. The children were indeed a contrast.
I'm a bad, impulsive, mischievous old thing, and I never think in time, then the first thing I know I've done something awful! Delight's not a bit like that." "Oh, you needn't give yourself such a dreadful character. I know you pretty well, and I'm quite pleased, on the whole, with my eldest daughter.
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