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Updated: May 19, 2025
Nancy dreamed that night that she was married to Dick, and that Hitty made and served them pâté de foies gras dumplings, while Collier Pratt in freckles and overalls sat in a high chair, and had his dinner with the family.
But the dreadful part of the lessons to Hitty was the recitation after tea; no matter how well she knew every inflection of a verb, every termination of a noun, her father's cold, gray eye, fixed on her for an answer, dispelled all kinds of knowledge, and, for at least a week, every lesson ended in tears.
Stevie had listened to Mehitabel's story with a very thoughtful expression on his face; now he said suddenly, and very persuasively: "I could take care of Dave through the day, Hitty I wish you'd let me." "You!" cried Miss Higginson, in surprise. "Why, you wouldn't be in that room five minutes before you two would be squabbling." "No, we wouldn't; I'm sure we wouldn't," persisted the little boy.
Don't you go sticking up for that low-down loon. He ain't worth it." "I suppose he isn't," Nancy said; "he's a pretty poor apology for a man as we understand men, Hitty, but there's something about him, a power and a charm that you can't altogether discount, even though you have lost every particle of your respect for him."
Thorpe might be taken sick," suggested Araminta, hopefully. "He's old, and sometimes I think he isn't very strong." "He'd insist on having my father. You know they're old friends." "Mr. Thorpe is old and your father is old," corrected Araminta, precisely, "but they haven't been friends long. Aunt Hitty says you must always say what you mean." "That is what I meant.
"The man in the book kissed the lady," went on Araminta, happily, "because he was so glad they were to talk together again, but we why, I shall never see you any more," she concluded, sadly. His fingers tightened upon hers. "Yes," he said, in a strange voice, "we shall see each other again." "They both seem very well," sighed Araminta, referring to Aunt Hitty and Mr.
Araminta was still unconscious, but she was undressed, and in bed, clad in one of Miss Evelina's dainty but yellowed nightgowns. Doctor Ralph worked with incredible quickness and Miss Hitty watched him, wondering, frightened, yet with a certain sneaking confidence in him. "Fracture of the ankle," he announced, briefly, "and one or two bad bruises. Plaster cast and no moving."
While I think of it, I'll draw in a little mite of this red into my carnation pink. It was a red scarf Reuben brought Lovey from Portland. It was the first thing he ever give her, and aunt Hitty said if one of the Abel Grangers give away anything that cost money, it meant business.
Far from being able to pick out his own particular malady from among the lot, he was forced to admit that as near as he could make out he had one or more symptoms of each and every disease that was mentioned. "Now, Hitty, I'll leave it to you," he submitted plaintively. "Here's 'Dread of impending evil. Now I've got that, sure; ye know I'm always thinkin' somethin' dreadful's goin' ter happen.
Here, by some evil chance, the child awoke, and, between cold and hunger and fear, began one of those long and loud shrieks that no power can stop this side of strangulation. In vain Hitty kissed, and coaxed, and half-choked her boy, in hope to stop the uproar; still he screamed more and more loudly.
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