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Drugg plays very nicely," murmured the little schoolmistress, not at all understanding what Janice meant. But the girl ran on, smiling mysteriously. Janice Day found the weeks sliding by more quickly after this. Although school soon closed, she had begun to find so many interests in Poketown that she could now write dear Daddy in Mexico quite cheerful letters.
Ask her. She will tell you that my violin courted her not Hopewell Drugg." "Oh, it is too, too bad!" cried Janice. "And that fellow down at Lem Parraday's hotel has never succeeded in disposing of the fiddle. I wish he would sell it back to you." "I could not buy it at the price he gave me for it," said Hopewell, sadly shaking his head. "No use to think of it."
I was tellin' Miz' Beasely that it did seem to be one mistake that Providence must ha' made, ter let that Drugg an' 'Cinda Stone have a gal baby 'specially if 'Cinda was goin' ter up and die like she done and leave the young'un to his care. Seems a shame, too." "Why, mother! That doesn't sound a bit reverent," objected Miss 'Rill, softly. "Nor kind." "Pshaw!" snorted the old lady.
Drugg," Janice said, and she was glad she could say it unshakenly, despite her secret emotions. She would not give this low fellow the satisfaction of knowing how frightened she really was. Frank Bowman's back was to the door. Perhaps this was well, for he would have hesitated to do just what was necessary had he known Janice was in the room.
She half halted and held up her hand for silence, as she listened to "Silver Threads Among the Gold." "That's a dreadful pretty tune, I think," she said. "It used to be awful pop'lar when when I came here to Poketown to teach school." "Mr. Drugg likes it, I guess," said Janice, lightly. "I've heard him play it before." "Have you?" queried Miss 'Rill, with that little birdlike tilt of her head.
He can practise on the pigs for a while," added the elder laughing; "and maybe after all they won't be so dif'rent from some of them in town that I want should hear the young man when he does spout." So Janice was comforted, and ran down town to the Drugg place in a much more cheerful frame of mind. Marty was waiting at the store for the car. There was a special reason for his being so prompt.
It is because we can hear ourselves speak that we attune our voices to pleasant sounds. This unfortunate child had no appreciation of the tones that issued from her lips. "I used to hear," said the afflicted one. "And I could see, too. Oh, yes! I haven't forgotten how things look. You know, I'm Lottie Drugg. I can find my way about. But but I've lost the echo. I used to hear that always.
The Drugg domicile was almost across the street from the Beaseley cottage and the girl did not know but that 'Rill had been delegated to tell her something of moment about the young schoolmaster. Marty, too, was eagerly curious. "Hey, Janice! what's the matter?" he whispered, at her shoulder. "Mr. Drugg has to be away this evening and she is afraid to stay in the house and store alone.
"But don't say anything before mother about him. Mr. Drugg's never been one of ma's favorites," added the teacher, earnestly. As it chanced, it was old Mrs. Scattergood herself who broached the forbidden topic, almost as soon as Miss 'Rill and Janice were in the house. "What do you suppose that great gump, Hopewell Drugg, let his young'un do to-day, 'Rill?
Besides, on this Saturday morning, there was a special meeting of the School Committee, as he had told her the afternoon before. Something to do with the course of lectures before mentioned. And the young principal of Polktown's graded school was very faithful to his duties. She thought of Mrs. Drugg and little Lottie; but there was trouble at the Drugg home.
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