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It was rather impudent of her, but it must be confessed that she was not infrequently rather impudent in a rude little-girl way, but she was serenely unconscious of the fact. Sir Nigel flushed darkly and laughed a short, unpleasant laugh. If she had been his sister Emily she would have fared ill at the moment, for his villainous temper would have got the better of him.
Yellows of different complexions were discovered in mayweed, goldenrod and sumac, and the little-girl Faiths and Hopes and Harmonys came in with fingers pink from the handling of pokeberries and purple from blackberry stain, tempting the sight with evanescent dyes which would not keep their color even when stayed with alum and fortified with salt.
We sat in silence, after that. Presently, her gaze fixed aslant on me as if to dare my interference, she drew up a thin gold chain that hung about her neck and ended beneath her blouse. From it she unfastened a wedding ring and gravely put the thing on her third finger, the school-girl romanticism of the gesture blended with an air of little-girl naughtiness.
"Honey!" she whispered, "dear, pretty honey-girl!" The tears clouded the love-filled eyes; a sense of loneliness drove the rapture away, and the hands fell limply. Going to the window, Cynthia knelt down and, resting her arms upon the sill, laid her pretty head upon them. She was never to be wholly a child again. Never was she to let her hair fall in the little-girl fashion.
She used to long for a doll or cat or something she could call her own and talk to. She asked Miss Amanda, who said "No." She added, "I have no money to give for such foolishness as a doll, and a cat would eat its head off." Miss Amanda had been blessed with no little-girl time.
"You know that when I am free and you are free " She put her fingers over his mouth. "Peter! Haven't I known you ever since I was little enough to sit in your lap and have you read 'Lady Jane' to me? It's so beautiful it's so wonderful to love this way," she said, in her innocent, little-girl voice, "that it seems to me the only thing in the world!
"I'm hoping it isn't going to be as bad as the time before and the time before that and the time before that." She pushed back some moist curls that had slipped out from under her cap engineering was hard work and the little-girl look came into her face. She looked up mischievously at the House Surgeon. "You couldn't possibly guess what I've been doing all morning."
They will tide you over many a hard place, and the years will bring the 'inevitable yoke' soon enough, Polly," and here Dr. George passed behind the girl's chair and put his two kind hands on her shoulders. "Polly, can you be really a woman? Can you put the little-girl days bravely behind you?" "I can, Dr. George." This in a very trembling voice.
A jingling and a right merry cacophony of sound came fast upon the bubble bombardment, and then, to a light runnel of song, the row of twenty-four, harnessed in slotted sleigh-bells and with little-girl flounced frocks to their very sophisticated pink-silk knees. The devices of vaudeville are perennial. Rigoletto, who set a court's sides aching, danced to bells.
She held it for a moment, softly against her cheek. He bent forward. "Cara!" he whispered. No answer. "Cara!" he repeated. "Yeth, thir," she lisped in a whimsical little-girl voice, looking up with a smile stolen from a fairy-tale. "I am just lending you that rose. I had meant to give it to you, but now I want it back when you are through with it. May I have it?" She held it out teasingly.
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