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Hadrian did very much as he pleased with Matilda and Emmie, though they had certain strictnesses. He grew up in the Pottery House and about the Pottery premises, went to an elementary school, and was invariably called Hadrian Rockley. He regarded Cousin Matilda and Cousin Emmie with a certain laconic indifference, was quiet and reticent in his ways. The girls called him sly, but that was unjust.
"Ah! your time has not come yet, Lance. Your little girls are at a comfortable age." "There are different ways of throwing oneself away," said Clement. "Perhaps each generation says it of the next." "Emmie is not throwing herself away, except her chances," said Marilda. "If she would only think of poor Ferdy Brown, who is as good a fellow as ever lived!" "Not much chance of that," said Geraldine.
Ted Rockley, the father of the girls, had had four daughters, and no son. As his girls grew, he felt angry at finding himself always in a house-hold of women. He went off to London and adopted a boy out of a Charity Institution. Emmie was fourteen years old, and Matilda sixteen, when their father arrived home with his prodigy, the boy of six, Hadrian.
Then he put his finger into his mouth side by side with the bottle, and gagged himself, and choked, and gave a terrible excuse the word hiccough. After which he seemed to lose interest in the milk, and the pumping operations slackened and then ceased. 'Goosey! whispered his mother, 'getting seepy? Is the sandman throwing sand in your eyes? Old Sandman at it? Sh ... He had gone. Emmie took him.
You shall neither of you have anything of mine. Whittle was the solicitor. She understood her father well enough: he would send for his solicitor, and make a will leaving all his property to Hadrian: neither she nor Emmie should have anything. It was too much. She rose and went out of the room, up to her own room, where she locked herself in. She did not come out for some hours.
Calling her children to her, she helped them into their warm galoshes; and lighting a small lantern, they were soon out in the snowy forest. "Oh, mother, I wish we were rich like the Hedgehogs," cried the eldest daughter, Emmie; "Wilhelm and Fritz are so fashionable, and on Berta's birthday they are going to give a grand coffee party, to which the Court Hedgehog is expected!"
"Our hopes were as bright as that lovely sky some days ago," said Lizzie. While she was speaking the sun descended behind a bank of heavy clouds. "And thus have our hopes gone down," murmured Kenneth sadly. "But, uncle," observed Emmie, "the sun is still shining behind the clouds." "Thank you, Emmie, for the comforting word," said Lizzie, "and our sun is indeed shining still."
I got the rest of the story from Harold on my way home to-night from Edna's place. That's why I was late. "Adoniah and his family lived in them dirty streets of lower East Side. He was a wreck, and Emmie tried to work to keep things up. Both of 'em died, starved to death, while you and that damn missionary was getting fat on the money you stole.
Solomon was still sitting by the window, but Georgie was sitting in a chair beside him, exhibiting the pictures in one of his Christmas books and apparently on the best of terms with his new acquaintance. "I'm showin' him my 'Swiss Family Robinson," said the boy. "Here's where they built a house in a tree, Mr. Cobb. Emmie told me about their doin' it." Solomon groaned.
His wife made no reply for the moment. Lewiston climbed into the buckboard and gathered up the lines. "Well, here goes for the last try, Emmie," he said. "Good-by, girl. Maybe things will look better in town to-day." "Maybe," she said gravely. She kissed her husband good-by and stood for some time looking after the buckboard traveling toward the town in a moving pillar of dust.
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