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William supported him, and Lily stood by, repeating, 'I am very sorry it was all my fault my scolding 'Hush, said William, 'you have done mischief enough. Go away, children. Phyllis had already gone, and the next moment thrust into Lily's hand the first of the medicaments which she had found in the drawing-room.
Two of these figures came running to meet her as she slowly walked down the yellow path from the hill. One was a golden boy, with a beaming face; the other a little girl in a shiny brown cloak, who looked as if she would taste very nice. They each put a warm hand into Lily's, and the boy said, "We are glad to see you. Muffin told us you were coming." "Thank you.
"That is, if you've got anything worth delivering. Is anything settled?" "Come up to the house," said Mrs Dale, "and I'll tell you all." The Fate of the Small House There was something in the tone of Mrs Dale's voice, as she desired her daughter to come up to the house, and declared that her budget of news should be opened there, which at once silenced Lily's assumed pleasantry.
And what was the state of Lily's mind at the same moment, while she, also, was performing some slight toilet changes preparatory to their simple dinner at the Small House? "I didn't behave well to him," she said to herself; "I never do. I forget how much he is giving up for me; and then, when anything annoys him, I make it worse instead of comforting him."
"For the time! what time?" muttered Kenelm, in tones too low for the pastor's ear. They moved on silently. Mr. Emlyn resumed, "You noticed the text on Lily's gravestone 'Suffer the little children to come unto me'? She dictated it herself the day before she died. I was with her then, so I was at the last." "Were you were you at the last the last? Good-day, Mr.
Maurice met the girl's smiling eyes, and the ice of her hand went through him. "Isn't Mrs. Carstang lovely! As soon as I saw you come in last night, I knew she was the other woman." "You didn't look at me." "I can see with my eyelashes. Do you know, I have often thought I should love her if I were a man!" There was not a trace of jealousy in Lily's gentle and perfect manner.
He knew well that he ought not to expect any assurance of Lily's love; but, nevertheless, he thought it possible that he might give her an assurance of his love. It would probably be in vain. He had no real hope, unless when he was in one of those poetic moods.
"What was the matter?" "Yes, what has happened, madam?" demanded the chief of police, sternly. "Nothing," replied Aunt Janet, to Lily's and Johnny's amazement. "What do you think has happened? I fell down in all this nasty dust. Ow!" "What did you eat for luncheon, Janet?" inquired Dr. Trumbull, as he assisted his sister-inlaw to her feet.
Whoever it was didn't stay very long." "Poor Johnny Eames," said Bell. Then the colour came up into Lily's face, and she bethought herself in a moment that the old friend of her young days had loved her, that he, too, had had hopes as to his love, and that now he had heard tidings which would put an end to such hopes.
That evening she went over and told Lily that she could not be her maid of honor, that her father was sick, and she would be obliged to go home as soon as school closed. George Ramsey was calling, and Lily's face had a lovely pink radiance. One could almost seem to see the kisses of love upon it. George acted a little perturbed at sight of Maria.
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