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Miss Lolly and Miss Clist two young ladies not their business. And Missy Ellen" he paused for a second and gave a faint sigh "Missy Ellen velly fine old lady, but no sense. My old boss's fliends most all dead, new lawyers take care of his money. They say to me, 'Get out, old Chinaman! But you don't say that. So I come to you."
He had crawled inside the big, hollowed lantern, while the lid was off, and had gone to sleep inside. Then Aunt Lolly, as she said afterward, came out, and, seeing the top off the pumpkin-face, had put it on, for fear it might get lost. Thus, not knowing it, she had shut Roly-Poly up inside the Jack-O'lantern and he had slept there until he felt hungry and awakened.
"So, as only one of us can win the prize, and as we would all want something different," spoke the children's father, "I think I'll make the prize a ten dollar gold piece, and whoever wins it can buy what they like with it." "Oh, that's great!" exclaimed Hal. "Ten dollars!" added Mab. "Why I could buy a lot of dolls for that!" "I hope you wouldn't spend ALL that money for dolls," said Aunt Lolly.
"I don't know that I can remember it very well," said Alice; "but I'll tell it as nearly as I can like Miss Mason. She called it 'The Little Exiled Princess, and this is it." Once upon a time there was a little girl no bigger than Lolly here, sitting in the dirt by the roadside, crying.
"Miss Lolly," with a faint access of color and an eye sliding from Fong's to the back porch, had answered, "No, I'm not asking Mr. Burrage to this one, Fong." "Why not ask Mist Bullage?" Fong had persisted, slightly reproving. "Because I've asked him several times and he hasn't come." That was in the old Bonanza manner. One answered a Chinaman like Fong truthfully and frankly as man to man.
She said, "Rich folks hang paintings on their walls and these are God's pictures, the work of his almighty fingers, and so beautiful! Why not put them where we can always look at them, and in them see his love and kindness?" Lolly thought her the most wonderful little girl in all the world, and clapped her hands for joy as she looked upon the altered room.
And if some one's tongue did slip now and then, Hank Lolly had a way of putting his head in and saying solemnly: "Guess you forgot that Mrs. Evans' boy was around when you said that." For Hank Lolly was little Billy's proud godfather and Billy's welfare was a matter that kept Hank awake nights.
Lolly had never felt the house so small and close as on this night; for her soul was swelling with such large free thoughts, that the four narrow walls of the bedroom seemed to press in upon her and almost to stop her breath. She could not go to bed until she had opened the window and looked up once more into the bright sky; and as she did so, she said very earnestly, "O my Father!"
Through a mist of tears the waiting watchers saw Hank Lolly and Billy Evans pass through the cemetery gate, dragging something between them. It was something that laughed and sobbed and gibbered horribly. Hank and Billy tried to hold the ghastly thing erect between them but it slipped from their trembling hands and lay, a twitching heap, at the head of the open grave.
"Oh, let's hurry home!" cried Mab. "I want to show mamma and Aunt Lolly and Uncle Pennywait that Roly-Poly is still alive." And so Daddy Blake and the children skated down to the end of the lake, Roly-Poly running along with them. He had barked his good-byes to the engineer, and Daddy Blake and Hal and Mab had thanked the nice man over and over again.
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