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Andrews lowered her voice . . . "I believe he tells queer stories. Gracie came home from school one day last week with the greatest rigmarole he had told her about people who lived down at the shore . . . stories there couldn't be a word of truth in, you know. I told Gracie not to believe them, and she said Paul didn't intend her to. But if he didn't what did he tell them to her for?"
"I don't often," said Ralph, looking ashamed, "I won't again in your company." "Be sure your sin will find you out." Num. 32:33. Gracie and Walter were in the play-room. They had been building block-houses for an hour or more, when Gracie, saying, "I'm tired, Walter, I'm going in yonder to see the things Max and Lulu are making," rose and sauntered into the work-room.
"And I know what you mean," Gracie said, not joining in his laugh; "but I am not sure that I believe it. Why, Mr. Ried, that would make a very solemn thing of living." "Well, did you suppose it was other than solemn? I'm sure it makes a triumphant thing of it, too; and without it we are only a lot of wax figures, dancing to pass the time away."
"What for?" asked Gracie, with a frightened look. "Dunno, s'pect you fin' out when you gits dar." "Betty, you're a saucy thing," said Lulu. "S'pect mebbe I is, Miss Lu," returned the little maid with a broader grin than before, apparently considering the remark quite complimentary, while she held the door open for Gracie to pass out.
"I'll tell you, Gracie; it's cigars they look like just the ends of cigars when somebody is smoking." At that moment the cluster called the "Seven Sisters" was drowned in a soft, white cloud. "Look," said Grace; "there are some little twinkles gone to sleep, all tucked up in a coverlet. I don't see what makes you think of dirty cigars!
"Yes," said Eva, "I see a little light coming in at the window." "I'll light the gas in the sitting-room, and give her a cracker to stop her screaming," said Lulu, getting out of bed and feeling about for her warm slippers and dressing gown. "Then I'll run and catch papa and Gracie." "Lulu," said the captain's voice from Gracie's room. "I'm here, papa. Oh a happy New Year to you!"
The rings was marked as plain as the lines on a map, and when they'd cut through fifty, there was the mark, sure enough, and McKellop's lawyer crowed ready to hurt himself. I was a good deal cut down, I can tell you, for I could see pretty well that it was goin' to turn the scale; and when supper-time came, Gracie could hardly coax me to the table.
Scrimp!" the captain said, suddenly becoming aware of her presence, and turning toward her with outstretched hand, "how d'ye do? Allow me to introduce you to Mrs. Raymond." Violet offered her hand and was given two fingers, while a pair of sharp black eyes looked coldly and fixedly into hers. Violet dropped the fingers, seated herself, and drew Gracie into her lap.
"Mamma, don't cry," sobbed the child, "I'll save up all my money till I can buy you another bottle, just like that." "O Gracie, Gracie, it is not that!" Violet said, when emotion would let her speak. "I valued the bottle as the gift of my dear dead father, but I would rather have lost it a hundred times over than have my darling tell a lie. It is so wicked, so wicked! God hates lying.
Oh, if she could but go back and live the last few weeks over, how differently she would behave! She would not give him the least cause to be displeased with or troubled about her. As often before, she felt a great disgust at herself, and a longing desire to be good and gentle like Gracie, who never seemed to have the slightest inclination to be quick-tempered or rebellious.
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