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She balanced the gingham-clad bunch on its own wobbly legs beside her, while through the pickets of the fence in greeting were thrust the pink hands of Petie, the bond, who had followed in the wake of his own maternal skirts. Shoofly responded to this attention with a very young feminine gurgle of delight and licked at the chubby fist thrust toward her like an overjoyed young kitten.
Nelly Powers, walking with a singular lightness for so tall a woman, ushered in another group of visitors a tall, unshaven farmer, his wife, three little children clumping in on shapeless cow-hide boots, and a baby, fast asleep, its round bonneted head tucked in the hollow of its mother's gingham-clad shoulder. They sat down, nodding silent greetings to the other neighbors.
The next moment she found herself half smothered in the clasp of two gingham-clad arms. "Oh, I'm so glad, GLAD, GLAD to see you," cried an eager voice in her ear. "Of course I'm Pollyanna, and I'm so glad you came to meet me! I hoped you would." "You you did?" stammered Nancy, vaguely wondering how Pollyanna could possibly have known her and wanted her.
Carl had never heard of the romantic males who, in fiction, so frequently offer their coats to ladies fair but chill; yet he stripped off his jacket and wrapped it about her, while his gingham-clad shoulders twitched with cold. "I can hear a crick, 'way, 'way over there. Le's camp by it," he decided. They scrambled through the brush, Carl leading her and feeling the way.
So when it came to making a choice between this brilliant companion and the gingham-clad daughter of a factory hand, Lucy Berry's courage and sympathy oozed away, and she sat back on the window-seat, while Ada began talking about something else. This first school-day was Alma Driscoll's introduction into the world outside of her mother's love.
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