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She put on her bonnet, and took it off again; a terrible thing, remember, for Grizel to be in a state of indecision. For the remainder of that day she was not wholly inactive. Meeting Dr. Gemmell in the street, she impressed upon him the advisability of not allowing Mr. Sandys to move for at least a week. "He might take a drive in a day or two," the doctor thought, "with his sister."
"He says that he has seen his earth, and that now he means to be a long time at home." Davie appeared. "Mr. Alexander has gone to the laird's room. Mrs. Grizel wad have ye all come, too, sae be ye move saftly and sit dumb." The three went. The laird's room was large and somewhat grimly bare. When his wife died he would have taken out every luxury.
He had such a firm chin, if there had been another such chin going a-begging, I should have liked to clap it on to Tommy Sandys. Tommy Sandys! All this time we have been neglecting that brave sufferer, and while we talk his ankle is swelling and swelling. Well, Grizel was not so inconsiderate, for she walked very fast and with an exceedingly determined mouth to Dr. Gemmell's lodgings.
"She never knew how to sing." "She has learned suddenly. Everybody can sing who has anything to sing about. And do you know what she said about your dear wet eyes, Grizel? She said they were just sweet. And do you know why she left us so suddenly?
Tommy had said that she loved them because they were such little paths, that they appealed to her like babies; and perhaps there was something in it. She came up the path with the swing of one who was gleefully happy. Some of the Thrums people, you remember, said that Grizel strutted because she was so satisfied with herself, and if you like an ugly word, we may say that she strutted to-day.
Thus very simply came into Tommy's possession the coat that was to play so odd a part in his history. "But oh, Grizel," said he, with mock reproach, "you need not think that I don't see through you! Your deep design is to cover me up. You despise my velvet jacket!" "It does not " Grizel began, and stopped.
"This thing you are regarding with a morbid satisfaction is not you at all." He groaned. "Which of them all is me, Grizel?" he asked gloomily. "We shall see," she said, "when we have got the wings off." "They will have to come off a feather at a time." "That," she declared, "is what I have been trying to prove." "It will be a weary task, Grizel." "I won't weary at it," she said, smiling.
And there was a great deal more of the same, and simple Mrs. McLean almost wept tears of joy because her favorite's good heart had suggested these improvements. Grizel was not at the wedding; she was invited, but could not go because she was in mourning. And it was his love for her that had changed her.
The youngster made no further remarks concerning his sister's appetite, but Grizel often found him glancing at her during meals, and was in constant fear that he would detect her slipping the food into her lap.
No, it was only that pall of shyness; he tried to fling it off, but could not. Behold Tommy being buried alive! Elspeth showed less contemptibly than her brother, but it was Grizel who did most of the talking. She nodded her head and smiled crookedly at Tommy, but she was watching him all the time.
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