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"Good gracious, Bessie Mather!" cried Eyebright, whose vivid imagination represented to her at once precisely how the hand on her ankle would feel, "I wish you wouldn't say such things, at least till we're safely up," she added. Another moment, and they were safely up and in the kitchen. Alas, Wealthy caught sight of them. "Eyebright," she called after them, "tea will be ready in ten minutes.
"It is strange that I did not recognize you before," said Mr. Joyce next day; "and yet not so strange either, for you have grown and altered very much since we met, two years and a half ago." He might well say so. Eyebright had altered very much. She was as tall as Mrs.
'But waves went o'er his son's bright hair, He never smiled again. Only, I'm a daughter, and it would be leaves and not waves! Mother, she'd cry and cry, and as for that old Wealthy" but Eyebright felt it difficult to imagine what Wealthy would do under these circumstances. Her thoughts drifted another way. "I might go into a convent instead. That would be better, I guess.
"Ma declares she's the cleanest person she ever saw." "Oh, Wealthy says the Shakers wouldn't call her clean a bit," replied Eyebright. "They'd never eat off her floor, she says." "Shall we really have to eat off a floor?" inquired Bessie, anxiously. "Oh, no. That's only a way of saying very clean indeed!" explained Eyebright. All was expectation from that time onward till Friday came.
"That is it, Eyebright," answered Noel; "we do not mind receiving kindnesses and favors from those we love. Yes, I am very sorry for Primrose; I wish matters could be differently arranged for her." While Noel was speaking Hannah came into the room with a cup of beef-tea for the little invalid.
"No need to set about kissing to-night," she said, as Eyebright held up her face, "I'm a-comin' round to see you off to-morrow." Then she, too, stalked away. Eyebright looked after her for a little while, then very slowly she opened the garden-gate, and went the round of the place once more, saying good-by with her eyes to each well-known object.
They come out of the sea, and they're just as salt as salt can be," said Tom, who was about a year older than Rosy. "Now, Molly, you tell one," said Eyebright. "Tell us that one which your grandma told you, the story about the Indian. Don't you recollect?" "Oh, yes; the one I told you that day in the pasture. It's a true story, too, every bit of it. My grandma knew the lady it happened to.
Could Eyebright have known this, it would have comforted her very much during those last weeks; but the pity is, we can't know things beforehand in this world. So, after all, her chief consolation was Genevieve, to whom she could tell any thing without fear of making mischief or being contradicted.
"You can just pick it out from the beginning," she said. "It's a burning shame that a great girl like you shouldn't know how to do better. But it's temper that's what it is. Nothing in the world but temper, Eyebright. You've been as cross as two sticks all day, Massy knows for what, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself," whereon she gave Eyebright a little shake.
He'll take it. There's plenty of time. 'T isn't six yet, and the stage'll be late this morning, I'll bet." "Oh, I can't go to bed; I must go back to the island," Eyebright pleaded. "The man who came is all alone there, and you can't think how sick he is." "Poor man or not, you'll go to bed," said Mrs. Downs, inexorably, helping the tired child upstairs. "Me and Mr. Downs'll see to the poor man.
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