June's mother had frowned on the boldness of it, whispering to June's aunt. But the miller's wife, more liberal and romantic, wouldn't hear of whisperings. She said their conduct was as irreproachable in that country as eating peas with a spoon. "I wish I was in her place!" she sighed. "Dorothy Ann!" gasped Mrs. Reed. "Remember your husband, Dorothy Ann!" "I do," sighed the miller's wife.
Is there a doctor here?" asked Dorothy, slipping her hand under Jim's uninjured arm, and conveying by that action her sympathy with his feeling of an alien. But he coolly drew aside. He wasn't going to be humiliated by any girl's cossetting, not even hers. He had never realized his poverty so bitterly, nor been more ashamed of that fact.
Juliet, whether she knew it or not, was, like herself, in trouble because she had no God. The conclusion shows that Dorothy was far from hopeless. That she could believe the lack of a God was the cause unknown to herself of her friend's depression, implies an assurance of the human need of a God, and a hope there might be One to be found.
My aunt Dorothy, the squire, and Janet submitted to my transparent inward laughter at them, patiently waiting for me to share their contentment, in the deluded belief that the hour would come.
I lift off my old head, place it on a table before me, and use the face for a pattern to go by. Sometimes the faces I carve are better than others more expressive and cheerful, you know but I think they average very well." Before she had started on the journey Dorothy had packed a knapsack with the things she might need, and this knapsack the Scarecrow carried strapped to his back.
The cat came out to meet them, with arched back and erect tail, and began to mew and rub herself against Dorothy, having evidently some deeply interesting communication to make in cat language; but what it was they could not even guess until they reached the kitchen. "Sure," said Dorothy, "there's somebody here beside Barbara. Run in, my dears," she added to the children.
My steed will be rested. Canst give me a guide to Newnham? I want a Captain Dawe." "Ah!" cried Johnnie, all ears in a moment. "The knight hath commissioned me to deliver a letter to a Mistress Dorothy Dawe." "Then I'll get me out of my workday suit and walk to Newnham with thee," exclaimed the farmer.
On the side porch Dorothy's pet dog, Toto, was lying fast asleep in the sun, and to her surprise old Speckles was running around with a brood of twelve new chickens trailing after her. "Everything seems all right at home," said Dorothy, with a sigh of relief. "Now I wonder what Uncle Henry is doing."
I hesitated, but only for a moment. He undoubtedly was entitled to know, and besides there was nothing involved I needed to conceal. "It is my impression, sir, that Mistress Dorothy was the unconscious cause. She chanced to discover me alone on deck the night before we landed, and hastened to tell me of your purchase. It was merely an act of kindness, as we had never spoken together before.
"Besides, you have a way of getting around people and persuading them to do what you want," concluded Dorothy. "Never," declared Betty. Dorothy smiled faintly. "You have the reputation," she said. "Of course I don't know how you got it; but now that you have it you're bound to live up to it, you know.