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How would you like that Nan, girl?" The tone was pleading, almost imploring. Doris had a sense of having wronged the girl, somehow. "Oh, Aunt Dorrie, I should love it!" Nancy came across the room, all suggestion of age gone. "That is if it will not harm you, dear." "I think it would do you both good," Martin spoke earnestly; "I begin to realize what you once said, Doris.
The words were hardly above a whisper, but the tone frightened the children. "Auntie Dorrie!" they pleaded, and stretched out entreating arms. "Come, darlings. The play is over and you did it beautifully." They ran to her, clambered into her lap, and turned doubting eyes upon Thornton. "You expect me to to take both?" he asked, still in that low, thick tone. "Certainly not. One is mine.
"Beloved," whispered Raymond, "I'm going to get Aunt Emily out of the danger zone and then I'll come to you. If this Joan of yours has arrived we'll be married, you and I, at once. We don't care for the society fizz. This epidemic makes you think about taking joy while you can." "Yes, Ken if if Joan will stay with Aunt Dorrie." "Well, by heaven! She'll have to stay.
Virginia Cox threw her skates over her shoulder; Isobel, Dorrie Carr and herself were the last to leave the lake. The school grounds were deserted. "Oh, look at the snowman someone's started," cried Ginny, as they walked through the grounds. "Say, this is spliffy snow to pack! Let's finish up the work of art." In her enthusiasm over her suggestion her ennui was forgotten.
See if you cannot take all the old games and make a new one. That would be such a pleasant thing to do." "Must I, Auntie Dorrie? I'd rather stay here close to you. It's a new game. I like it here." It was hard to send the small, clinging thing away, but Doris was firm. Once alone, she closed her eyes and let her hands fall, palms upward, on her lap. She felt tired and perplexed.
"Then my advice, as an expert, ought to be respected. You go ahead and get a promise from Lana Corson. Then you'll have somebody working for your interests day and night." "Who?" "Her New England conscience!" Young Mr. Daunt gave his sister a long, searching, and sophisticated stare. "I think I have a little the advantage of you, Dorrie. I met to-day this Mr. Stewart Morrison you're speaking of!"
"It's a pretty finger if Sir Thorald will permit me to say so," said Jack, laughing and setting his gun up against a tree. "Dorrie, didn't you save any salad? Ricky, you devouring scourge, there's not a bit of caviare! I'm hungry Oh, thanks, Betty, you did think of the prodigal, didn't you?" "It was Cecil," she said, slyly; "I was saving it for him. What did you shoot, Jack?"
Think of him crying because The Ship wouldn't sail off The Rock and insisting that the old woman on Thunder Peak had something in her arms that ought to have gone on The Ship, not in the ground. The place and the people, Aunt Dorrie, are like a Grimm fairy tale. I'm going to have the time of my life reading them and playing with them."
I feel so powerful sometimes and then again I am weak as as a shadow!" "Oh! Joan do be careful you'll fall over the wall." Nancy flung her arms about Joan, who had tilted backward as she portrayed her state of weakness. "You frighten me, Joan, and besides you have no right to disappoint Aunt Dorrie, and if she should hear you talk she'd be shocked!"
There was no doubt about the colour of Nancy's eyes they were blue. "I do hope, Joan," she said, "that you are not going to spoil everything by making Aunt Dorrie uncomfortable. If she has not told us things, it is because she thinks best not to." "But it's getting on my nerves, Nan. It's ominous.
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