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Putney took out a piece of tobacco, and bit off a large corner, and began to chew vehemently upon it. "Hello, Idella!" he said to the little girl, holding by Annie's hand and looking up intently at him, with childish interest in what he was eating. "What a pretty dress you've got on!" "It's mine," said the child. To keep." "Is that so? Well, it's a beauty." "I'm going to wear it all the time."
He flushed for pleasure of conscious desert, but he had to laugh and turn it off lightly. "I don't think I could come for that. But I'll look in to see Idella unprofessionally."
Bolton, lamp in hand, and the instantaneous appearance and disappearance of her husband at the back door through which she emerged. The two women spent the first moments of the lamp-light in making certain that Idella was sound and whole in every part, and then in making uncertain for ever how she came to be there.
It seemed as if the child, still asleep in her crib, had heard what she said, and would help to hold her to her word. She choked down a crust of bread with the coffee she drank at breakfast, and instead of romping with Idella at her bath, she dressed the little one silently, and sent her out to Mrs. Bolton.
At least, if she wants my cat, she shall have it without fighting for it." Mr. Peck looked up with question, and she went on to tell him of a struggle which she had seen one day between Idella and a small Irish boy for a kitten; it really belonged to the boy, but Idella carried it off. The minister listened attentively.
She went through the bureau that held her own childish things once more, but found them all too large for Idella, and too hopelessly antiquated. She said to herself that on this point at least she must be a law to herself. She went down to see Mrs. Bolton. "Isn't there some place in the village where they have children's ready-made clothes for sale?" she asked. "Mr. Gerrish's," said Mrs.
But, as I said, the experiment was interesting, though unimportant, except as it resulted in heart-burning and offence." They were on the same ground, but they had reached it from starting-points so opposite that Annie felt it very unsafe. In her fear of getting into some controversy with Mr. Peck that might interfere with her designs regarding Idella, she had a little insincerity in saying: "Mrs.
Idella let her head fall back against Annie's breast, and began to finger the rings on the hand which Annie laid across her lap to keep her. "For goodness gracious!" said Mrs. Savor, "who you got there, Miss Kilburn?" "Mr. Peck's little girl." "Where'd she spring from?" Mrs.
"Yes. Let me take Idella keep her adopt her! I've nothing to do, as you know very well, and she'd be an occupation; and it would be far better for her. What Ralph says is true. She's growing up without any sort of training; and I think if she keeps on she will be mischievous to herself and every one else." "Really?" asked the doctor. "Is it so bad as that?" "Of course not.
"Why, you little witch!" she said to the uplifted face of Idella Peck. "Where is your father?" "Oh, somewhere," said the child, with entire ease of mind. "And your hat?" said Annie, putting her hand on the curly bare head "where's your hat?" "On the ground." "On the ground where?" "Oh, I don't know," said Idella lightly, as if the pursuit bored her. Annie pulled her up on her lap.
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