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Updated: May 29, 2025
Once or twice the electric current had failed. Aileen had fastened the string from one side of the room to the other on a couple of picture hooks. A none too secure support. Then all three sat down to wait until the fudge gave signs of boiling and promptly became absorbed in a new interest, the Easter vacation. In the midst of the conversation, Beverly paused.
"Fudge! Mother knew how to keep him in order. Do you remember when she threw the carving knife?" "Sally, for shame! How can you speak of poor mother so?" "You know it is true, Hypocrisy. There is no harm in coming to the point." "It was very nearly coming to the point," said Maggie, giggling. "Well, what else did he say?"
For a little while they ate fudge and then they sang hymns for another half hour, and had a prayer. It was a very quiet little meeting. Not much said. Everyone knew how solemn the occasion was. Everyone felt it might be his last among them. It was as if the brooding Christ had made Himself felt in every heart. Each boy felt like crying out for some strong arm to lean upon in this his sore need.
She had me hypnotized," and Judith paused to make sure of the dramatic impression. "I can see her glare!" declared Jane. "Dol's eyes were made for nobler tasks than matching hair shades." "And mixing flesh tints," contributed Dozia, who just then managed to purloin a sample of the fudge.
Only I do so hate hate myself for being a tomboy! 'One often does go on with that a little too long, and then comes the horrible feel. 'And that it should have happened with him of all people in the world! 'Ah, Daisy, I wish I had come out with you! 'Fudge, Ethel! Not to-day. Do you think I care about that boy? I should think not! But but I wanted to think him a nasty prig, but I can't!
Even the chocolate fudge in the little cut glass bonbon dishes was perfect; and it was a question whether Pete or Dong Ling tried the harder to please. After dinner the family gathered in the drawing-room and chatted pleasantly. Bertram displayed his prettiest and newest pictures, and Billy played and sung bright, tuneful little things that she knew Aunt Hannah and Uncle William liked.
"Stand up and I'll fold them so you can sit on them." Arabella meekly did as she was told. If any other girl had done the same thing, she would have obstinately rebelled, but Betty had a way that was compelling, and Arabella, after she was seated, wondered why she had been so meek. Patricia Levine had brought a big box of fudge, and she now passed it around.
Fudge! Well, never mind now. It will come to me in a minute. I feel kind of sorry for the poor little young ones that grow up and never know what a clown is like. Oh, yes, they have them to-day, after a fashion.
Each gave himself with all his heart to the quiet reaching up to God. It was as if the eating of that fudge had been a solemn sacrament in which their souls were brought near to God and to the dear ones they might never see on this earth again. If any one had come to them then and suggested the Philosophy of Nietzsche it would have found little favor.
"All right," she agreed with a doleful glance toward the particular blue plate in which she was accustomed to pour her share of the delicacy. "Anyway the doctor calls fudge an 'abomination. Bea will scold because she hates scrimping. But then she doesn't care so much as we do for music unless it is convenient."
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