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"I know," said Marjorie. "I've read about him in Pilgrim's Progress; he showed Christian the way to the Wicket Gate." Linnet jumped to her feet and shook a chip from her apron. "O, Goosie! Don't you know any better?" Fourteen-year-old Linnet always knew better. "Where is he?" questioned Marjorie. "In the parlor. Go and entertain him.
"And have had to come out to this Sleepy Hollow of a place, where life means mere existence, and be so poor that the carfare into New York is actually a consideration! I'm quite satisfied with our martyrdom as it is, without pinching and grinding as we should have to do to live elsewhere." "Then you don't mean to attempt to escape?" returned Eloise in alarm. "Hush, hush, Goosie.
"He seemed frantically anxious to come with you, my dear. I don't see how you got rid of him." "Who is he, Les?" cried another. "If it's a new young man come to this girl-ridden town you simply have got to pass him round and introduce him." "Why, he's Lawyer Ed's new partner, you goosie," cried a dozen voices, for it was inexcusable for any young lady not to know all about Lawyer Ed's business.
"Well, if you'd listened to me and Pete!" said Billy Fairfax; "didn't we think, way back there that first day, that our lamps were on the blink because we saw black spots? Great Scott, what dreams I've had," he went on, "a mixture of 'Arabian Nights, 'Gulliver's Travels, 'Peter Wilkins, 'Peter Pan, 'Goosie, Jules, Verne, H. G. Wells, and every dime novel I've ever read.
"They will be saved for Pallas Athene, and Socrates, and Alcibiades Plato, of course," said Edith. "Who are they?" "Why, the children, goosie," and the party broke up with a laugh. Molly Brown, in a state of wild excitement, rushed into No. 5 one morning waving a slip of yellow paper in her hand. "They're coming," she cried ecstatically but vaguely.
They had become bolder, and forgetting to whisper, talked in undertones. Vera, mounted on a cushioned stool, was holding the can over the gas jet, and watching eagerly for some sign of boiling. "The milk is steaming," she announced. "S'pose it's done?" "Not yet, goosie!"
"Goosie, weren't the tableaux lovely?" "And the carols," said Goosie. "I adored the carols. I guessed. Did you guess, Mrs Lucas?" Olga resorted to the mean trick of treading on Goosie's foot and apologising. That was cowardly because it was sure to come out sometime.
"Did it rain?" asked the third child, the youngest of them all, critically examining the trees and porch-roof, and then lifting her great, blue eyes to the bluer sky above as if expecting to see her answer there. "No, goosie, it's just dew, but it must have been awful heavy. Get your clothes on, Allee, or Gail will wake before we are started. Aren't you ready, Cherry?"
A religious meeting would just finish me. I'm going to save myself up for morning. You are a goosie to go, Marion. It is as dark as ink, and is raining. What can you see to-night?" "I tell you I've got to go," Marion said, as she quietly unstrapped her shawl.
"'Cause I could eat the candy athout looking, you know," added Fly, shutting her eyes, and putting a sprig of cedar in her mouth, by way of experiment. "You little goosie," said Prudy; "when Aunt Madge was crying so about Maria, I did think you were a hard-hearted thing to look up and laugh; but now, I don't believe you knew any better."
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