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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Susan, would it bother you very much if I ate out here with you?" he asked. "With me? Nonsense! You'll eat in the dinin'-room with your dad, of course. Why, what would he say to your eatin' out here with me?" "That's just it. It's dad. He'd like it, I'm sure," insisted the boy feverishly.
"Only to write one or two notes, his right hand being disabled at present by rheumatism." "A gentleman, Miss, in the dinin'-room," said the small domestic, suddenly opening a chink of the door for the admission of her somewhat dishevelled head. "He won't send his name up says he wants to see you." "How vexing!" exclaimed Miss Pritty, "but I'll go down.
"I wear the one that best hides how pale I am," answered the Girl. "I use the colours now. When I grow plump and rosy, I'll wear the white." Granny Moreland dropped on the couch and assured herself that it was Martha's pink Peter Hartman. Then she examined the sunshine room. "Well I got to go back to the start," she said at last. "This beats the dinin'-room. This is the purtiest thing I ever saw.
"An' me standin' here gassin' while them fool girls in the dinin'-room can't set a table decent, and dinner in less than ten minutes," cried Birdie, rushing off. Ted mumbled something unintelligible and was after her. "Birdie! I want to talk to you." "Say it quick then," said Birdie, over her shoulder. "The doors open in three minnits." "I can't tell you how grateful I am.
"When did you see her last?" "'Bout nine o'clock, I reckon; she come down inter the dinin'-room fer a drink o' water." "She said nothing then about going away?" "She didn't speak to nobody just got a swig an' went up-stairs agin." "How much longer were you up?" "Oh, maybe an hour; there was some boys playing poker here an' I waited round till they quit."
"We'll stop to-night at the Grand Hotel that is, if they ain't too much crowded; it'll be nice for the lady," said the guide, who had had his little joke and who now wished to serve his employers as best he could; "but first we'll take the horses into the dinin'-room; nobody will object; I've done it afore."
Comfort on the dinin'-room floor dead, we was afraid at fust. The paper was alongside of her, so we judge she was just a-goin' to read it when she was took. The doctor says it's a paralysis or appleplexy or somethin'. We carried her into the bedroom, but she ain't spoke sence." She did not speak for weeks and when she did it was to ask for me.
"Miss Milly an' Marse Bob ain't said nothin' 'bout Miss Ann leavin'. Fac' is Miss Milly lef' word fer me ter dish up a good dinner fer Miss Ann whilst they wa' away an' serve it on a tray bein' as she wa' all alone." "Well, I 'low we'll be settin' down in the dinin'-room at the house pawty come dinner time," declared the old man, veiled insolence in his tone.
"'There 's juist ae wy oot o' the room, an' it's by the door ye cam in at, a' said; 'maybe ye wud like tae come an' sit in the dinin'-room; ye 'll be less distrackit." And Rebecca charged John that no probationer should in future be allowed to enter the Doctor's sanctum on any consideration.
But where shall we put him? He can't lie here." "Marse Hesden, does yer mind de loft ober de ole dinin'-room, whar we all used ter play ob a Sunday?" "Of course, I've got my tobacco bulked down there now," was the answer. "Dat's de place, Marse Hesden!" "But there's no way to get in there except by a ladder," said Hesden. "So much de better. You gits de ladder, an' I brings 'Liab."
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