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Flippin," she said, "I wish I could live here always, and have you come every night and sit and hold my hand." Her eyes were smiling and Mrs. Flippin smiled back. "You'd get tired." "No," said Madge, "I don't believe anybody ever gets tired of goodness. Not real goodness. The kind that isn't hypocritical or priggish. And in these days it is so rare, that one just loves it.
I am sorry to have Miss MacVeigh hurt, but having her in the house with all those pretty things and people coming and going is better than a circus." Mary laughed a little. "You are such a darling making the best of things " "Well, making the best is the easiest way," said Mrs. Flippin. "I ain't taking any credit, Mary." "You've had a hard day. You'd better go to bed."
He cheered up and threw a bit of ham to the waiting dogs. Perhaps Becky wasn't interested. Perhaps, after all, Dalton had been genuine in his interest in the stuffed birds. "Becky's too young for things like that," he began hopefully. But Bob Flippin shook his head. "Girls are queer, Judge, and you never can tell what they're goin' to do next.
The ballroom was octagonal, and canopied with a blue ceiling studded with silver stars. There were cupids with garlands on the side walls, and faded blue brocade hangings. Across one end of the ballroom was the long gallery reserved for those whom the Merriweathers still called "the tenantry," and it was here that Mary and Mrs. Flippin always sat after baking cakes. Mrs.
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.
There came to Huntersfield the next morning at about the same moment, Kemp in his little car with a small parcel for Becky, and Calvin with a big box from the express office. Becky was in her room at breakfast when Calvin brought the boxes up to her. It was a sunshiny morning, and the Judge had gone a-fishing with Mr. Flippin.
Flippin had time for that quiet hour by her bedside. "Mary looked lovely," said Madge. "Didn't she?" Mrs. Flippin rocked and talked. "You would never have known that dress was made for anybody but for Mary. Becky gave Mary another dress out of a lot she had down from New York. It is yellow organdie, made by hand and with little embroidered scallops."
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.
And so that night the lights of the blue room shone on Fiddle Flippin and her new grandmother. "Do you think she would let me put her to bed?" Mrs. Beaufort had asked Mary. "If you will sing, 'Jack-Sam Bye." Mary pulled the last little garment from the pink plump body, and Fiddle, like a rosy Cupid, counted her toes gleefully in the middle of the wide bed.
When the baby came, Truxton was wild to write us, but Mary wouldn't. She felt if he was here when it was told that we would forgive him If anything happened to him she didn't want him to die feeling that we had blamed him I must say that Mary was wise but to think that my son has married Mary Flippin." "Mary's a dear," said Becky stoutly. "Yes," Aunt Claudia agreed, "but not a wife for my son.
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