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Certainly, never a family was better named." Hildegarde came up behind her mother, and put her arms lightly round her neck. "I prefer my pea!" she said. And the two women laughed and kissed each other and went on with their work. It rained that evening, so the plans for tennis were brought to naught; but the evening was cheerful enough, in spite of the pouring rain outside.
Revenge, the clamor of revenge, was all the voice he heard. The chancellor bowed, turned to leave the room, when Hildegarde flew to the duke's side and snatched at his sleeve. "Father, you are mad!" "At least I am master in Ehrenstein. Herbeck, you will have the kindness to summon General Ducwitz." "Your Highness," replied Herbeck, "I have worked long and faithfully in your service.
Roger paddled with strong, even strokes, and the canoe flew over the water. The distant thunder-growl took on a more insistent voice, and every now and then came a long rolling note, which seemed to pass on and over their heads. "'Hear now how dey roll de great balls about," quoted Hildegarde.
And do you think I mind a wetting, or twenty wettings? Miss Hilda, I thought you knew better than that." "I was so stupid!" said Hildegarde, wiping her eyes, and trying to speak evenly. "I thought you were very angry, because you were so silent. I thought you would never " "Silent, was I? Well, you know I am in a brown study half the time. Isn't that why they call me Roger the Codger?
The furniture was plain, and showed marks of hard usage; but there were plenty of pictures, and the right kind of pictures, as Hildegarde said to herself, with satisfaction; and there were books, books everywhere.
"Well," said Hildegarde to herself, "the tea-table will not be quite so pretty as if I had had time to make the wreaths; but they would rather play than have wreaths, and I should not have left it till the last hour, sinner that I am." She proposed "Little Sally Waters," and they all fell to it with ardour.
Only at night was heard a low sobbing and wailing in the Princess's chamber. When morning broke though it was hushed. That is the deepest grief which must shun the light of day, and only find vent and expression in the curtained darkness of night. Poor Hildegarde! Poor King's daughter! Scorned! The Emperor's grandchild scorned by the little Elector of Brandenburg!
"To be sure, dearie! to be sure!" acquiesced Mrs. Lankton with alacrity. "'T is a fine game, and anncient, as you may say. Why, my grandmother taught me to play 'The Highland Gates' when I was no bigger than you, Vesta Philbrook. Ah! many's the time I played it with my sister Salome, and she died just about your age." "Well, Mrs. Lankton," said Hildegarde, encouragingly.
As Greta had broken the compact by speaking, Hildegarde entered upon an explanation: "We have been down the stream looking for you " But here she was interrupted by a frown from Greta, who suddenly recollected the slight that had been put upon them. "Naughty boys to run away!" said little Minchen. "You sha'n't see my boat sail!"
When a pusson's born to a thing, he's thrown away, you may say, on anything else. What was you thinkin' " But at this moment came a cheery call of "Huldy! Huldy!" and Hildegarde, cutting short the little woman's profuse thanks and invitations to call again, bade her a cordial good-by, and ran out to the wagon, carrying her purchase neatly done up in brown paper.
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