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With me it doesn't matter so much, because I've only the one, and no husband whose claims might interfere. But when 'Lizabeth and Mary, as well as the boys, are older " "You mean always let them have their friends at the house, and so on?" Sally asked slowly. "Yes, but more than that! Let them feel as much a part of the world as the boys do. Put them into any work only make them respect it!"
And yet the sense of danger was not so near as that of loneliness of a pervading silence without precedent in her experience, as if its master's soul in flitting had, whatever Scripture may say, taken something out of the house with it. 'Lizabeth had known this kitchen for a score of years now; nevertheless, to-night it was unfamiliar, with emptier corners and wider intervals of bare floor.
'Lizabeth stood for a while bending over him, smoothed the bedclothes straight, and quietly left the room. It was a law of the house to doff boots and shoes at the foot of the stairs, and her stocking'd feet scarcely raised a creak from the solid timbers. The staircase led straight down into the kitchen.
"Yes, but they never do; they take other girls to parties!" the fifteen-year-old Mary said suddenly, and the older girls laughed together at her sapience. "Peter has a girl," Kennedy said. "But naturally he won't desert the bunch. Next year, when some bills we simply couldn't help " "Doctor and nurse when George and Mary had typhoid," 'Lizabeth explained. " are paid off," Kennedy continued.
It is written to that sister "Lizabeth," in Boston, of whom she made such frequent mention, and whom, it appears, it was her custom to keep well-informed in all the gossip of her immediate sphere. "My DEAR SISTER:
Hold up your head, Lizabeth." "Is her name Elizabeth?" "Far too long and too fine," observed Selina from the sofa. "Call her Betty." "Any thing you please, Miss; but I call her Lizabeth. It wor my young missis' name in my first place, and I never had a second." "We will call her Elizabeth," said Miss Leaf, with the gentle decision she could use on occasion.
"'Twasn't more'n a week till 'Lizabeth was down with slow fever nervous collapse, old Dr. Pendleton called it. We took turns nursin' her, and one day she looked up in my face and says, 'Jane, I know now what the mercy of the Lord is." Here Aunt Jane paused, and began to cut three-cornered pieces out of a time-stained square of flowered chintz. The quilt was to be of the wild-goose pattern.
And we were looking for her coming, and knew a week beforehand the very day she would arrive for had not Aunt 'Lizabeth sent special word by Uncle Tomps, who "had come to town to do his millin', and git the latest war news, not to fail to jest drop in and tell us that they was layin' off to send Mary Alice in next Saturd'y."
Why not red velvet and gold braid!" "Well, what would YOU have?" Peter asked belligerently. "Oh, grayish blue velvet," 'Lizabeth suggested rapturously. "Very pale, you know, and silvery curtains," Kennedy agreed, "and one gorgeous bluish-grayish-pinkish rug, like the two-thousand- dollar one at the White House!" "Well," Peter said, satisfied. "And what colour upholstery?"
Now it would be just like you 'Lizabeth Leverett, to take care of this child, without a penny, just as if she was some charity object thrown on your hands." Mrs. Leverett did give her soft laugh then. "You have just hit it, Aunt Priscilla," she said. "Winthrop wanted to pay her board, but Foster just wouldn't hear to it, this year at least.
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