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She moved restlessly on her couch, half mechanically put her hand to the curtain, pulled it aside, looked out, faced the sun and the sea, and did not draw back. My mind was made up. I left her, and went to find Ethelwyn. She heartily approved of the proposal for Connie's sake, and said that it would be scarcely less agreeable to herself. I could see a certain troubled look above her eyes, however.
"O, 'Vada, what has happened since we went away?" said Ethelwyn, climbing out. "Mista Bobby gwine to give a party this ebenin'; it's his birthday, and his uncle brought him some fiah works like those you all had las' yeah," said 'Vada. "O goody! did he invite us?" "Nome, not to say invite. But he's been in to see if you all was expected home."
"O that cunning baby I Where'd you get him?" they cried both at once, opening the gate to look at him. The sulky nurse shifted the bundle to her other shoulder. "Allus had him, mos'," she said; "him or 'nuther one, perzactly like him, to lug roun' while ma's washin'." "Don't you like to play with him?" asked Ethelwyn in a shocked tone.
There was no doubt but that the girl was in rather a dubious state of mind over it, but the silver dollar clinched her resolution, and she walked firmly off, without a backward glance in the direction of the gurgling Samuel Saul, which was the alliteral name of the yellow bundle. Ethelwyn and Beth, after a further consultation, took him to the attic.
There's Joyce, and Ethel, and Katharine, and Sabine." "What rum names!" said Ambrose; "all except Katharine; almost as queer as Ethelwyn." "They're not a bit like Ethelwyn to look at, though," said Pennie; "they're very neat and quiet, and I think not pretty." "I suppose Ethelwyn was pretty, but she wasn't nice," said Ambrose thoughtfully; "and what a sneak she was about the mandarin!"
"This is Beethoven," she announced, holding up one of the great masters. "He isn't very pretty, but I s'pose he made up in being clever." "He is sort of kind-looking," said Beth, who always liked to say something nice about every one. "He is better than pretty," said Ethelwyn. "He's a very good musician. He can play the piano." "Where does he live?" "Paradise, I think. Mebbe not, though."
Down went the heads again, and dead silence reigned except for the crackling of the fire and the clicking of Aunty Stevens' needles. "May we go away and think it over?" said Ethelwyn soberly. "Yes." So they slid down and disappeared to think it out alone, as they always did when obliged to settle questions for themselves. Ethelwyn went outdoors, and crawled into the hammock on the porch.
Unjustly accused, disappointed, betrayed by her best friend the world was a miserable place, Pennie thought, and happiness impossible ever again. There was no one to take her part Ethelwyn was deceitful and unkind; and as she remembered how she had loved and worshipped her, the tears flowed faster. How could she, could she have done it?
But the first thing of which she thought in the morning, was the refreshments, in which she had been so vitally interested the day before; so she came very soberly down-stairs to a late breakfast. "Well, chicken," said grandmother, "how did you like the reception?" "Not very much," said Ethelwyn. "I'm so ashamed to think I didn't get any ice cream "
"Oh, I don't suppose she'll care at all about such common things as pigs and rabbits," said Pennie rather scornfully, for the very name of Ethelwyn had a sort of superior sound. "Then she'll be a stupid," said Ambrose. "Owdacious," added David. "Davie," said Miss Grey, "where did you hear that word?" "Andrew says it," answered David triumphantly; "he says Antony grows owdacious."
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