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He drew the cherished possession from his pocket as if ready to surrender it on the instant. And that offer was a signal for a general outburst of generosity. "He can have my tooth brush." "I'll give him my rubber boot. Maybe when he's big enough to wear it, somebody will give him one for the other leg." "You're going to let the new baby have your high chair, ain't you, Essie?"
"Gussie has improved wonderful," replied Mrs. Jackson pacifically. "Improved! If you call goin' around passin' of them up that she's knowed well 'improved' why then she has improved wonderful. Snip!" "I don't think she really aimed to pass you up." "I wasn't thinkin' of myself," replied Mrs. Tutts hotly, "I was thinking of Essie Tisdale.
"Mother would miss us so, just as we are getting useful." "Yes, but Ellie might stay." "Oh! we have never been parted. We couldn't be." "Indeed! Is there no one that could make up to you for Ellie?" "No, indeed!" indignantly. "Ah, Essie, you are too much of a child yet to understand the force of the love that "
More tears was the girl's reply. "Look here" there was impatience in her voice "there's no man worth bawling over." "But but " wept the girl, "he said he'd marry me!" "Isn't he going to?" "I don't know he's going away in a few days and he won't talk any more about it. He's waltzed every waltz to-night with Essie Tisdale and has not danced once with me." "So? And who's Essie Tisdale?"
It don't look nice for us to stay here so late alone, not till to-morrow. Ruby and Essie and Charley are going to meet us in the minister's back parlor at ten sharp in the morning. We can be back here by noon and get the place cleared enough to give 'em a little lunch just a fun lunch without fixings." "I hope the old guy don't waste no time splicing us.
"I'm so hungry," she sobbed; "aren't you Dot?" "Yes, but I don't mean to mind it," returned Dot, manfully. "Essie is hungry too." And he put up his hand and stroked my neck softly. The darling, he knew how I suffered, and would not add to my pain by complaining.
"Then," she said chokingly, "my good times are over, for I'm nobody knows who just Essie Tisdale a biscuit-shooter whose friendship counts for nothing."
In the days which followed, Van Lennop sometimes asked himself if anything had gone wrong with Essie Tisdale. Her shapely head had a proud uplift which was new and in unguarded moments her red, sensitive lips had a droop that he had not noticed before. Essie Tisdale was not, in her feelings, unlike a frolicsome puppy that has received its first vicious kick.
So we have her here with Essie to look after her for as long as Sir Edward Fane wants to keep her under him, and you can't think what a nice little mortal she turns out to be now she is rescued from nurse and those little ruffians of brothers." "That's first-rate," remarked Cecil. "The eucharis and maiden-hair, is it not? I must keep some sprays for our hairs to-night."
"You are asking me to sign my own death warrant." He lifted his shoulders. "It is your reputation or Essie Tisdale's." The name seemed to prick her like a goad. Her hands and body twitched nervously and then he saw swift decision arrive in her face. "I'll not do it!" As moved by a common impulse they arose. "It's the lesser of two evils." "I don't care!"
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