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Day, more than, usually tired, announced her intention of going to bed, an example quickly followed by Bessie, who wished to avoid at that moment a tete-a-tete with Deleah. It happened to-night, that as soon as mother and sister had gone, and before Deleah had finished clearing away the books and work and Franky's painting things, which had been in use earlier in the evening, the boarder came in.
"Of course I know where she's gone," said Bessie to Emily, her unfailing confidante. "To Franky's grave. It isn't the place to make her a lively companion when she comes back again; and it isn't very cheerful for me to have to sit at home and think of her there." "'Tis mother-like, Miss Bessie." Franky's grave held attraction for Emily also, who visited it every Sunday of her life.
It was before the day of floral memorial displays. "If they would let us bear the funeral expenses, or put up a little monument in the cemetery, or a window in their church?" Ada suggested. "If we could do something to help them to make a living," Sir Francis said. The day of Franky's funeral had been the first to bring home the fact that summer was gone.
Their father's got a piece of land on Zion's Head that he's clearin' off for the timber. Their mother's dead, and Cynthy keeps house. She's always makin' up names and faces," added the boy. "She thinks herself awful smart. That Franky's a perfect cry-baby." "Well, upon my word! You are a little ruffian," said Westover, and he knocked the ashes out of his pipe.
Franky chuckled again, and again whistled. Franky's chuckles and whistles were characteristic of him. He often disturbed the school in such fashion. Maria had a vision of a man in his shirt-sleeves, smoking beside a red-hot stove, on which boiled the meat and onions. She began at once upon her errand. "How do you do, Mrs. Ramsey?" said she.
Day went to Franky's grave as had been foretold, but went a long way round to it, going first for that walk by the river, which the child and she had been wont to take together. Finding that particular spot on the riverbank which had been so much in her thoughts since Mr.
"You take that for impertinence, sir!" she said, and administered a stinging slap to Franky's cheek. His intention of immediate retaliation was frustrated by Mr. Gibbon's seizing the tea-spoon he was about to hurl at his assailant.
We've about scooped in the whole Whitwell family. Franky's here, and his father's well, his father's kind of philosopher to the lady boarders." Mrs. Durgin laughed, and Westover laughed with her. "Yes, I want Jeff should go to college, and I want he should be a lawyer." Westover did not find that he had anything useful to say to this; so he said: "I've no doubt it's better than being a painter."
"Mama," she said, going back into the sitting-room where her mother awaited her, "behold I am not a child any longer. I am grown up." Bessie's Hour For the best part of the week, Mrs. Day, attending in the vague and preoccupied manner which had been hers since Franky's death to her few customers, marvelled greatly and with supreme uneasiness of mind about Mr. Boult.
"I am second English governess at Miss Chaplin's school for young ladies. I earn enough there to buy my own clothes and Franky's." Her courage was coming back to her; instead of the difficulty she had experienced in dragging out the words necessary to explain and condone her errand, she now had the impulse to tell him things, to make him confidences. "And who is Franky?" "He is my little brother.
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