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It was whispered low, and with cheek hidden on her mother's neck, as the good-night kiss was taken. "Decide for your own happiness, Faithie. We have seen and understood for a long time. If it is to be as we think, nothing could give us a greater joy for you." Ah! how much had father and mother seen and understood?
Rather cumbersome and costly machinery, I should think, to bring to bear upon such a simple purpose." "Oh, the business plan is something that has come up accidentally, no doubt. Running after one thing, people very often stumble upon another. But it will all play in together, you'll see. Only, I'm afraid I shan't have the glory of introducing Faithie in New York!"
"The schoolhouse is but a half-mile walk from here; a fine new cabin, and you and Donald may go together. I declare, the rain has stopped. 'Rain before seven, clear before eleven' is a true saying." Faith ran to the window and looked out. "Yes, indeed. The sky is blue again," she said. "You'd best run out to the shop a while now, Faithie. I'll call you when 'tis time," said her aunt.
"I'll come there, father!" she cried, clambering and struggling through the drift till she came to the horse's head. "Can't I hold him while you undo the harness?" "I don't believe you can, Faithie. He isn't down so flat as to be quite under easy control." "Not if I sit on his head?" asked Faith. "That might do," replied her father, laughing.
"Run in the sitting-room, Faithie, and fix a cushion for Mr. Phelps," said Aunt Prissy, and the little girl started obediently. "I'll tell him now," she resolved, and as the tall man followed her she said quickly: "I know how you can get into the fort and no one see you. It's a secret. I'll show you. But Uncle Phil won't let me if you tell him." "I'll not tell him. You are a brave child.
How do you do?" cried Faith, cunning culprit that she was, taking the "bull by the horns," and holding out her hand. "I wish you a Happy New Year! Good morning, father, and mother! A Happy New Year! I'm sorry I'm so late." "Wish you a great many," responded the great-aunt, in stereotyped phrase. "It seems to me, though, you've lost the beginning of this one." "Oh, no!" replied Faithie, gayly.
Carew had heard Esther's suggestion about Faith going to Brandon to go to school, and after the little girls had gone to bed she spoke of it to Faith's father, as they sat together before the fire. "Perhaps we ought to send Faithie where she could go to school and be with other children," said Mr. Carew, "but I hardly know how we could spare her."
Aunt Prissy noticed that the little girl wore her every-day dress. "Didn't you wear your blue dress, Faithie?" and without waiting for an answer said: "Well, perhaps this one was just as well, for you might have hurt your blue dress." Faith sat down on the big sofa thinking to herself that she could never be happy again. First, and worst of all, was the ruined dress.
"Faithie, dear," said she, deprecatingly, "I don't like to put such work upon you while you go to school; but I ought not to afford to have Miss McElroy this spring. Can't you make up some of these with me?" There were articles of clothing for Faith, herself. She felt the present duty upon her; and how could she rebel? Yet what was to become of the great scheme?
"Hush, Faithie. She is your guest. And if she has wandered into any harm or danger I do not know what we can say to Mr. Eldridge," responded her mother; "but I do not understand about the food," she added, half to herself, wondering if Esther could really have eaten it all. Faith looked about the kitchen. "It looks just the same. Just as if the bear had not come in," she said. Mrs.
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