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They were a well-bred crew and took their share in turn, sitting in a row and going through the ceremony with an air of enjoying not only the food but the attention they attracted front the two men. "Of course," said Mr. Flippin as he gathered, up the lunch things, "I'm saying to you what I wouldn't say to another soul. Mary's my girl, and she's all right.
Flippin went out to find Mary busy. "My dear," she said, "what are you doing?" Mary was rolling out pastry, with ice in a ginger-ale bottle. "I am going to make some tarts. There was a can of raspberries left and and well I'm just hungry for raspberry tarts, Mother." It was the Judge who told Becky that Dalton had not gone. "Mrs. Waterman is very ill, and they are all staying down."
But if you take your friendship from him it will break his heart " "Who said I would take my friendship away from Bob Flippin?" "He is afraid you may " "Because you married Mary?" "Yes." The Judge was breathing hard. "Whom does he think I'd go fishing with?" "Do you think he'll want to go fishing with you if you cast off Mary?" The Judge had a vision of life without Bob Flippin.
Flippin are carrying her to the house. You are cut a bit. Let me tie up your head." The Major gave efficient first aid and after that Kemp got to his feet, painfully. "Is Miss MacVeigh badly hurt?" "She is conscious, and not in great pain. I'm not much of a prop to lean on, but I think we can make that hill together." They climbed slowly, the man of crutches and the man with the bound-up head.
The milk is spilled. And there's no use crying over it. And if you think you two young people can separate me and Bob Flippin " Mrs. Beaufort and Becky came down presently, to find the old man gazing, frowning, into space. "I have told him to bring Mary, Claudia, but I must say that I am bitterly disappointed." "Mary is a good little thing, Father." Aunt Claudia's voice shook.
"It's like a little bit of over there, Kemp, isn't it?" "Yes it as, sir many's the time I've seen them helping each other master and man." When they got to the house, they found Madge on the sofa, and Mrs. Flippin bending over her. "My husband has gone for the doctor," she told the Major. "I think the blood comes from her hand; she must have put it up to save her face."
Calvin, having served the lunch, ate his own particular feast of chicken backs and necks under the surrey from a pasteboard box cover. Having thus separated himself as it were from those he served, he was at his ease. He knew his place and was happy in it. Mary Flippin also knew her place. But she was not happy.
I am bored to death with near-bad people, Mrs. Flippin, and near-good ones. I'd much rather have them real saints and real sinners." The nurse came in just then, and Mrs. Flippin went away. And after a time the house was very still. Madge's bed was close to the window. Outside innumerable fireflies studded the night with gold. Now and then a screech-owl sounded his mournful note.
It was while she was reading Truxton's letter that the Flippins came by Mr. Flippin and his wife, Mary, and little Fidelity. A slender mulatto woman followed with a basket. The Flippins were one of the "second families." Between them and the Paines of King's Crest and the Bannisters of Huntersfield stretched a deep chasm of social prejudice.
Fiddle, warm and heavy in her arms, slept finally. Then Mary took off her dress and donned a thin white kimono. She let down her hair and braided it There was no light in the room, and her mother, coming up, asked softly, "Are you there?" "Yes." "Fiddle asleep?" "Yes, Mother." Mrs. Flippin found her way to the window and sat down.
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