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Bolton to the foot of the stairs, where she kept on to the kitchen, while Annie turned into the library. Mr. Peck stood beside her father's desk, resting one hand on it and holding his hat in the other. "Won't you be seated, Mr. Peck?" "I thank you. It's only for a moment. I am going away to-morrow, and I wish to speak with you about Idella." "Yes, certainly.
Bolton turned away to hide her pleasure in Annie's audacity and extravagance. "Want I should carry 'em?" she asked, when they were out of the store. "No, I can carry them," said Annie. She put them where Idella must see them as soon as she woke. It was late before she slept, and Idella's voice broke upon her dreams.
She even began to put some little things together for her flight, while she explained to old friends in the American colony that Idella was the orphan child of a country minister, which she had adopted. That old lady who had found her motives in returning to Hatboro' insufficient questioned her sharply why she had adopted the minister's child, and did not find her answers satisfactory.
In a reverie of rare vividness following her recovery of the minister's child, Annie Kilburn dramatised an escape from all the failures and humiliations of her life in Hatboro'. She took Idella with her and went back to Rome, accomplishing the whole affair so smoothly and rapidly that she wondered at herself for not having thought of such a simple solution of her difficulties before.
All the morning she moved about prim and anxious; the wild-wood flower was like a hot-house blossom wired for a bouquet. At the church door she asked Idella, "Would you rather sit with Mrs. Bolton?" "No, no," gasped the child intensely; "with you!" and she pushed her hand into Annie's, and held fast to it.
I will give it to any good object that you approve; or you may have it, to do what you think best with; and I will go with Idella and I will work in the mills there or anything." He shook his head, and for the first time in their acquaintance he seemed to feel compassion for her. "It isn't possible. I couldn't take your money; I shouldn't know what to do with it."
Bolton kept a grim silence, against which her husband's babble of optimism played like heat-lightning on a night sky. Idella woke with the rush of cold air, and in the dark and strangeness began to cry, and wailed heart-breakingly between her fits of louder sobbing, and then fell asleep again before they reached the house where her father lay dying. They had put him in the best bed in Mrs.
What had seemed so noble, so exemplary, began to wear another colour; and she drowsed, worn out at last by the swarming fears, shames, and despairs, which resolved themselves into a fantastic medley of dream images. There was a cat trying to get at the pigeons in the coop which Mr. Savor had carried Idella to see.
I'm not used to children, and I hadn't taken the precaution to ask her name " "Her name is Idella," said the minister. Annie thought it very ugly, but, with the intention of saying something kind, she said, "What a quaint name!" "It was her mother's choice," returned the minister. "Her own name was Ella, and my mother's name was Ida; she combined the two." "Oh!" said Annie.
She caught sight of Mr. Peck and Mr. Savor, and she ran after them, arriving with them where Annie sat. "I hope you were not anxious about Idella," Annie said, laughing. "No; I didn't miss her at once," said the minister simply; "and then I thought she had merely gone off with some of the other children who were playing about." "You shall talk all that over later," said Mrs. Munger.
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