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Her wish was not received with enthusiasm. "Why, what do you want to do that for, Azuba?" asked Serena in amazement. "Why shouldn't I want to? You're a member, ain't you? Gertie's goin' to be a member to-night, ain't she?" "Yes. But but " "Well, but what?" "I didn't know you were interested in such things. You never were when we lived in Trumet."
Why, even when I was away on my long spring trip she used to say it wasn't so bad being alone, because there was always my home-coming to count on. How's that for a wife!" "Gertie's splendid," agreed Emma. And wondered why it sounded so lame. "You don't know her. Why, when it comes to patriotism, she makes T.R. look like a pacifist.
Gertie's mouth opened again. She laid the sixpence on the table. "I mean, there's nothing to be said," explained Frank. "The point is what's to be done?" Gertie had no suggestions. She began to scrape out the frying-pan in which the herrings had been cooked last night. "There's a letter for you," she said suddenly. Frank sat up. "Where?" "In the drawer there by your hand. Frankie...."
To telegraph was to put Pat Starkey in possession of the secret, and Pat was too good a friend of Gertie's to be trusted. There was no telephone at the store. Issy entered the combination grocery store and post office. "Has the down mail closed yet?" he panted. The postmaster looked out of his little window. "Yes," he replied. "Why? Got a letter you want to go? Take it up to the depot.
Things, therefore, were pretty bad with him on the morning of the twenty-second of December. I imagine that he still possessed a few pence, but out of this few pence he had to pay for his own and Gertie's journey to Chiswick, as well as keep himself alive for another week. At least, so he must have thought.
In one of grannie's letters there was concerning my sister: "I find Gertie is a much younger girl for her age than Sybylla was, and not nearly so wild and hard to manage. She is a great comfort to me. Every one remarks upon her good looks." From one of Gertie's letters: Uncle Julius came home from Hong Kong and America last week, and brought such a lot of funny presents for every one.
Then he bent over the bed with the white dimity curtains to Miss Gertie's forehead, for which purpose he had to remove a mass of curly hair with his big brown hand. "Bless you, my darling," he said in silent speech, "you came near bein' fatherless this night nearer than you ever was before." He kissed her again tenderly, and a fervent "thank the Lord!" rose from his heart to heaven.
"You don't think it's any very wonderful thing to have you, do you? You talk of getting a job," she went on scornfully. "You! You couldn't get one. I know something about that, my girl. You! What can you do? Nothing." Suddenly, from outside, they heard Frank Taylor's laugh. Nora winced as if she had been struck. Gertie's face was distorted with an evil smile.
"Of course we will. But, do you know, Daniel, I've been so busy that I almost forgot about Christmas and Gertie's vacation and everything. It was Cousin Percy that reminded me of it." "Reminded you of what? of Christmas?" "No, of course not of Gertie's vacation. He said that she was coming and that he should be glad to make her acquaintance." "HE said so? How did he know? I never told him."
She recalled the unremitting care which she had had to give Miss Wickham, and pictured Gertie's grudging ministrations at her sick-bed. Anything rather than that! She must manage to get to Winnipeg. Once away from the house, nothing mattered. But after a few moments the violence of the chill, which was of course purely nervous in its origin, subsided perceptibly.
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