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"Polly's a nice girl. He might do worse." "But I am afraid it is not Polly. He watches Hanny like a cat watching a mouse." "Nonsense!" declared Joe. "But he does. And I don't like it." "Oh, mother dear, you're a hen with one chick. If there is a rustle in the leaves you think a hawk is going to pounce down." "Hanny's too young to have lovers." She tried to keep her face in severe lines.
While he was exchanging a few words with Mr. Dean Hanny caught one hand in both of hers and hopped around on one foot. She was so glad she could do it. Poor Daisy, with her beautiful name, who could never know the delight of exuberant spirits. Hanny's thoughts did not take in the long word, but that was what she felt in every fibre of her being. Charles wondered how she dared.
Doctor Joe proposed that he should come for Daisy the next day, for she could not be of any special service to her mother until some plans were decided upon. That was a splendid thought. They kissed and kissed, as if they were never to see each other again. Hanny's eyes were lustrous, and her cheeks pink with excitement. And there was so much to tell her mother.
Oh, we thought we wouldn't have her for our mother, not for a world!" "How did he come by so many names?" Daisy smiled. "Well, grandfather and all," replied Tudie rather ambiguously. "His father calls him Charles. It sounds quite grand, doesn't it? We all wanted to call him Robert. And Hanny's big sister sings such a lovely song "Robin Adair." I'd like to call him that."
"Frances," she said, "here is a youthful worshipper who remembers you as a lovely lady all in cerulean blue, and with long curls, going up to the Poe cottage. See how you have lived in the child's memory. And she sings a song of yours." Hanny's face was scarlet for a moment; but Mrs. Osgood sat down beside her, and they talked of the poet and Mrs.
There was a railing around and no one could crowd upon him, but a number spoke to him and shook hands. "My little girl," said a tall gentleman who had watched Hanny's ineffectual efforts to make herself taller, "will you let me hold you up? Wouldn't you like to shake hands? You're not much bigger yourself." "Oh, please do," entreated Dele in her eager young voice. "She is so small."
"Oh, Jim! it's going to be a real party with refreshments. Of course there won't be dolls." "Washington pie and round hearts." The tears rushed to Hanny's eyes. "Never mind about him," said Ben, "I'll go. I'll be your beau. And see here, Hanny, it's polite to answer an invitation. Now you write yours and I'll write mine, and I'll leave them at the door."
Noah set her daughter-in-laws to crocheting, as you call it. Forty days was a pretty long spell of rainy weather, when they had no books or papers to read, and couldn't go out to work in the garden." "Didn't they have any books?" Hanny's eyes opened wide. "All their writing was done on stone tablets, and very little of that." "I think I wouldn't have liked living then.
Doctor Joe and Jim and the elder people were talking very earnestly about the duties and the purposes of life. Josie touched Hanny's hand, and, with a little movement, the sign girls understand, drew her out on the porch. "Let us walk down the path. Oh, Hanny, I've something to tell you!" and her voice was in a sort of delicious tremble. "May be you have suspected.
But we want her to know; and dear little Tudie! You must come over and spend the day, now that school is ended; and we will do nothing but talk about it. Oh, Hanny, I hope some day you will have a lover! But you seem such a sort of a little girl even yet. And I have worn long skirts a whole year." A lover! Hanny's face was scarlet in the fragrant dusk. "We must go in.
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