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Dalton," said the Judge, "saying they were going. It was rather sudden, and he was sorry. Nice fellow. He liked to come over and look at my birds." Bob Flippin's eyes twinkled. "I reckon he liked to look at a pretty girl " The Judge stared at him. "At Becky?" Flippin nodded. "Didn't you know it?" "Bless my soul." The Judge was unquestionably startled. "But I don't know anything about him.
I've got to know what they are saying " The voices floated up. Truxton's a lilting tenor "Are you going to forgive us, Grandfather?" "I am not the grandfather of Mary Flippin's child," the Judge spoke evidently without heat. "You are the grandfather of Fidelity Branch Beaufort," said Truxton coolly; "you can't get away from that "
Flippin's kettle sings and the crickets chirp and Mr. and Mrs. Flippin are comfortable and cozy and content." It was a long speech. "So now yon see," she said, as she ended, "why I like Dickens." "Yes. I see. And so in your next incarnation you are going to be like " "Little Dorrit." He laughed and leaned forward. "I can't imagine you." "She really had a heavenly time.
I've got to know what they are saying " The voices floated up. Truxton's a lilting tenor "Are you going to forgive us, Grandfather?" "I am not the grandfather of Mary Flippin's child," the Judge spoke evidently without heat. "You are the grandfather of Fidelity Branch Beaufort," said Truxton coolly; "you can't get away from that "
Flippin, severely, "I wouldn't let you have your way " "I love to have my own way, Mrs. Flippin. And I am not your Mary" then fearing that she had hurt the kind heart, she caught Mrs. Flippin's hand in her own and kissed it, "but I wish I were. You're such a lovely mother." Mrs. Flippin smiled at her. "I'm as near like your mother as a hen is mother to a bluebird."
Flippin's kettle sings and the crickets chirp and Mr. and Mrs. Flippin are comfortable and cozy and content." It was a long speech. "So now you see," she said, as she ended, "why I like Dickens." "Yes. I see. And so in your next incarnation you are going to be like " "Little Dorrit." He laughed and leaned forward. "I can't imagine you." "She really had a heavenly time.
Dalton ignored him. "What do you think?" He turned to the Washington doctor. "What do you think?" "I think it best not to move her. We can send a nurse, and with Dr. Dabney on the case, she will be in good hands." "The only trouble is," said Dr. Dabney, unexpectedly, "that we may impose too much on Mrs. Flippin's hospitality." "We will pay " said Dalton with a touch of insolence.
Flippin's father, and for fifty years had held the place by the east window in summer and by the fireplace in winter. Oscar had wanted to bring things from Hamilton Hill to make Madge comfortable. But she had refused to spoil the simplicity of the quiet old house. "Everything that is here belongs here, Oscar," she had told him, "and I like it."
For thirty years this plain man and this plain woman had kept alive the spiritual flame on the household altar. No wonder that peace was under this roof and serenity. Madge, as she lay there holding Mrs. Flippin's hand, looked very young, almost like a little girl. Her hair was parted and the burnished braids lay heavy on her lovely neck. Her thin fine gown left her arms bare. "Mrs.
George moved forward until, hidden by a bush, he was almost under the balcony. He could catch the murmur of their voices. But not a word that they said was intelligible. They were talking of Mary. Her introduction to her husband's friends had been an ordeal for Bob Flippin's daughter.
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