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Ester left the eggs she was beating, and picked up broken dishes. Mrs. Ried's voice arose above the din: "Sadie, take Minnie and go up stairs. You're too full of play to be in the kitchen." "Mother, I'm real sorry," said Sadie, shaking herself out of the great wet apron, laughing even then at the plight she was in. "Pet, don't cry. We didn't drown after all." "Well! Miss Sadie," Mr.
That breakfast, in all its details, was a most bewitching affair. Ester felt that she could never enjoy that meal again, at a table that was not small and round, and covered with damask nor drink coffee that had not first flowed gracefully down from a silver urn.
So it was that Ester Ried, lying quiet in her coffin, was reckoned among that number who "being dead, yet speaketh." The busy, exciting, triumphant day was done. Sadie Ried was no longer a school-girl; she had graduated.
Never mind that dress; let it go to Guinea." "You wouldn't think so by to-morrow evening," Ester said, shortly. "No, I can't go." The work was all done at last, and Ester betook herself to her room. How tired she was! Every nerve seemed to quiver with weariness.
Then Alfred and Julia had been as eager and jubilant in their greeting as though Ester had been always to them the very perfection of a sister; and hadn't little Minie crumpled her dainty collar into an unsightly rag, and given her "Scotch kisses," and "Dutch kisses," and "Yankee kisses," and genuine, sweet baby kisses, in her uncontrollable glee over dear "Auntie Essie."
Sadie had made various little trips in company with school friends to adjoining towns, after school books, or music, or to attend a concert, or for pure fun; but, though Ester had spent her eighteen years of life in a town which had long been an "Express Station," yet want of time, or of money, or of inclination to take the bits of journeys which alone were within her reach, had kept her at home.
Ester sat in the same room, by the window; she had been reading, but her book had fallen idly in her lap, and she seemed lost in thought Sadie, too, was there, carrying on a whispered conversation with Minnie, who was snugged close in her arms, and merry bursts of laughter came every few minutes from the little girl.
Dear Ester, there isn't a word of tense in this letter, I know; but I haven't time to put any in." "Really," laughed Sadie, as she concluded the reading, "this is almost foolish enough to have been written by me. Isn't it splendid, though? Ester, I'm glad you are you. I wish I had corresponded with Cousin Abbie myself.
"Breakfast!" echoed Ester, in a sleepy bewilderment, raising herself on one elbow, and gazing at her cousin. "Yes, breakfast!" this with a merry laugh "Did you suppose that people in New York lived without such inconveniences?"
Will it seem homelike to you? Can you play I am Sadie for just a little while?" "I should like it," Ester answered faintly. "Shall I read, as you are so weary?" and, without waiting for a reply, she unclasped the lids of her little Bible. "Are you reading the Bible by course? Where do you like best to read, for devotional reading I mean?" "I don't know that I have any choice?"
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