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He put out his hands to take her, but she turned perversely from him, and hid her face in Annie's neck, pushing his hands away with a backward reach of her little arm. "Come, Idella!" he said. Idella only snuggled the closer. Mrs. Bolton came in with the little girl's wraps; they were very common and poor, and the thought of getting her something prettier went through Annie's mind.
But I am sorry you say it, if any words of mine have caused you to say it, for I know you cannot do it. Even for me it is hard to go back to those associations, and for you they would be impossible." "You will see," she returned, with exaltation. "I will take Idella to the Savors' to-morrow or no; I'll have them come here!" He stood looking at her in perplexity.
Peck himself, as she bustled about and helped Annie get Idella and her belongings ready. The child watched the preparations with suspicion.
Peck would come for Idella, but they were still at their belated breakfast when Mrs. Bolton came in to say that Bolton had met the minister on his way up, and had asked him if Idella might not stay the week out with them. "I don' know but he done more'n he'd ought. "But she can be with us the rest part, when you've got done with her." "I haven't begun to get done with her," said Annie.
Annie leaned over and lifted her up, and pressed the little face to her own, and felt the play of the quick, light breath over her cheek. "Would you like to stay with me live with me Idella?" she asked. The child turned her face away, and hid a roguish smile in the pillow. "I don't know." "Would you like to be my little girl?" "No." "No? Why not?"
Annie had thought of playing some joke; of pretending not to understand; of delaying the child's pleasure; playing with it; teasing. But in the face of this rapturous longing, she could only answer, "Yes." "Mine? My very own? To have? To keep always?" "Yes." Idella sprang from her bed, and flew upon the things with a primitive, greedy transport in their possession.
She was vexed a little with his insensibility to the favour she meant the child, and she could not help trying to make him realise it. "I don't promise always to be the best guide, philosopher, and friend that Idella could have" she took this light tone because she found herself afraid of him "but I think I shall be a little improvement on some of her friends Over the Track.
Peck was rather more covetous than most children. It also amused her that when some of Idella's shabby playmates from Over the Track casually found their way to the woods past Annie's house, and tried to tempt Idella to go with them, the child disowned them, and ran into the house from them; so soon was she alienated from her former life by her present social advantages.
At the end: "Yes," he said, "that lust of possession is something all but impossible, even with constant care, to root out of children. I have tried to teach Idella that nothing is rightfully hers except while she can use it; but it is hard to make her understand, and when she is with other children she forgets."
They went together, and found a dress that they both decided would fit Idella, and a hat that matched it. "I don't know as he'd like to have anything quite so nice," said Mrs. Bolton coldly. "I don't know as he has anything to say about it," said Annie, mimicking Mrs. Bolton's accent and syntax. They both meant Mr. Peck. Mrs.
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