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She was silent for an instant. Then she said, quietly. "Boy, what is it? Is there something else you haven't told me? Something about her?" "No, no," I stammered. "Isn't there? Are you sure?" I do not know what reply I should have made. Her question, coming so close upon the heels of Dorinda's hints, upset me completely. Was it written upon my face, for everyone to see?
Unless there was somethin' else you'd ruther I'd do to-day. If there was I could do this to-morrer." "To-morrow would have one advantage: there would be more to rake then. However, judging by Dorinda's temper this morning, I think, perhaps, you had better do it to-day." "What's Dorindy doin'?" "She is dusting the dining-room." "I'll bet you! And she dusted it yesterday and the day afore.
One tea-rose bred from Dorinda's carefully tended bush, or one gushful story book selected by Almena Doane from the new additions to the town library and sent because she thought "Mrs.
The next thing I remember with any distinctness is Dorinda's knocking at my bedroom door. I remember reaching that bedroom, of course, and of meeting Lute in the kitchen and telling him that I was not to be disturbed, that I should not come down to supper and that I wanted to be let alone to be let ALONE until I saw fit to show myself.
And other people, citizens of consequence in the town, who had heretofore merely bowed, now stopped to speak with me on the street. Members of the sewing circle called on Mother more frequently, and Matilda Dean, Captain Jed's wife, came regularly once a week. Sometimes she saw Mother and sometimes she did not, depending upon Dorinda's state of mind at the time.
"Cyrilla, that idea of yours was a really truly inspiration," said Carol solemnly. "I believe it was," said Cyrilla, thinking of Miss Marshall. Dorinda's Desperate Deed Dorinda had been only ten when her Aunt Mary on the Carter side had written to Mrs. Mrs.
Lady Dorinda's chamber was the most comfortable one in Fort St. John. It was over the front of the great hall, and was intended for a drawing-room, being spacious, well warmed by a fireplace and lighted by windows looking into the fort.
When at half-past eleven the sun came out and I knew my sport was over, for the time at least, I had four bass two of them fine ones and two, pickerel. Then I remembered my appetite and Dorinda's luncheon. I went back to the point and inspected the contents of the basket. Sandwiches, cold chicken, eggs, doughnuts and apple puffs. They looked good to me.
She was afraid, with good reason, that the winter might stretch into other seasons; but Mary had lost her own only little girl in the summer, and Mrs. So, to comfort her, Mrs. In the spring, when Dorinda's bed of violets was growing purple under the lilac bush, Aunt Mary wrote again. Dorinda was contented and happy, she said. Would not Emily let her stay for the summer? Mrs.
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