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"Don't you like him, Harry?" "Yes. I like him very much." "Then why should you not like Wynnie to like him?" "I should like to be surer of his principles, for one thing." "I should like to be surer of Wynnie's." I was silent. Ethelwyn resumed. "Don't you think they might do each other good?" Still I could not reply.
It is, that there is one face upon which the changes come without your seeing them; or rather, there is one face which you can still see the same through all the shadows which years have gathered and heaped upon it. "Now, Ethelwyn, I am ready. What shall I write about next?" "I don't think you have told them anywhere about Tom." "No more I have. I meant to do so. But I am ashamed of it."
"That's a good deal nicer than killing the poor little things." "Humph!" said Hannah. But Grandmother Van Stark had given orders that Johnny Bear so named from one of Ernest Thompson-Seton's illustrations, which Ethelwyn thought he resembled was to be treated tenderly and fed often, because Ethelwyn loved him, and she herself loved to feed hungry people and animals.
But I am glad, dear child, that your conscience wouldn't let you sleep comfortably until you had told; be careful, however, never again to break your word. Remember the Van Starks' watchword, 'Love, Truth, and Honor. Now cuddle down here and go to sleep." Ethelwyn, feeling much relieved, slept in the canopy bed with grandmother, until long past daylight.
"What shall we do now?" was her constant cry; and it grew so tiresome that Nancy and the boys at last went off to play together, and left her entirely to Pennie. And this arrangement grew to be a settled thing, for it really was almost impossible to play the usual games with Ethelwyn; there was no sort of check on her overbearing ways, because "she was a visitor," and must do as she liked.
Then Aunty Stevens brought out the dearest little moulding-board and rolling-pin, and drew out of a corner a small table. "O isn't everything about this just too cunning? Did these used to be Miss Dorothy's?" said Ethelwyn in a rapture, Mrs. Stevens nodded. "Here's your dough, dear. Now roll it out to fit this little plate."
Of course these quarrels were all their fault, for in Pennie's eyes Ethelwyn could do no wrong; if sometimes it was impossible to help seeing that she was greedy and selfish, and even told fibs, Pennie excused it in her own mind indeed, these faults did not seem to her half so bad in Ethelwyn as in other people, and by degrees she thought much more lightly of them than she had ever done before.
She's intending to go down that way herself, I know, and she'll be so good to Dick; she just can't help it," said Ethelwyn, and at once they dashed off to see, leaving the saucepan crown rolling down the yard, and their gingham aprons lying on the steps. It's nice to get gifts, But better to give: For giving leaves always a glow That warms up a part In every heart; The joy of it never can go.
Their mother tried to explain all she knew about the tides, and when she had finished, Ethelwyn said: "I think it would be easier to remember to call it tied, and then untied." Dollie's poor mother is quite full of care, As she who lived in a shoe, For this child is tousled, this one undressed Mother has all she can do. More dollies there are, than possible clothes, Some of them must go to bed.
Besides, a clergyman is not a moral policeman. So I took no notice of the impropriety. "Had they actually to go away on the morning of Christmas Day?" I said. "They went anyhow, whether they had to do it or not, sir," answered Jane. "Aunt Ethelwyn didn't want to go till to-morrow," said Judy. "She said something about coming to church this morning. But grannie said they must go at once.
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