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Updated: June 17, 2025
She did not need a book. Miss Lizzie dictated when one was at the board. Emmy Lou was poor at Problems and Miss Lizzie was cross about it. Sadie, at her desk, needed a book. She had forgotten her Arithmetic, and asked permission to borrow Emmy Lou's. She went to get it. She pulled it out. Sadie had a way of being unfortunate.
"Baby! I've been takin' care of babies all my life, seems like. You let me look at it, ma'am." "Oh, do you think you could do anything, a little thing like you?" The young woman eyed the forlornly drenched figure before her rather doubtfully, but something she read in Lou's steady, confident gaze seemed to reassure her, and she threw wide the door. "Come in, please! He's all blue."
Meantime Zany concluded that she had better tell Miss Lou. Her young mistress might blame her severely if she did not, and keeping such a secret over night would also be a species of torture. When she was dismissed she watched her opportunity, whisked up to Miss Lou's room, and was glad to find the girl still awake.
And your sister, too; I do hope you both find work where you're going." To Lou's amazement Jim produced the little red note-book and wrote the address carefully in it, adding what appeared to be some figures at one side. Then he thanked their good Samaritan and they took their leave.
It was evidently something so unpleasant to be a Substitute that Emmy Lou's heart went out to her. But the Substitute did not cry. She still gripped the desk, and after a moment went on: " you will find printed on the slips of paper upon each desk the needs of the Third Reader." She did not cry, but everybody felt the tremor in her voice. The Substitute was young, and new to her business.
She could only sit and watch the little boy turn and stump back down the aisle and around the room to where along the wall hung rows of feminine apparel. Here he stopped and scanned the line. Then he paused before a hat. It was a round little hat with silky nap and a curling brim. It had rosettes to keep the ears warm and ribbon that tied beneath the chin. It was Emmy Lou's hat.
However, it was delightful to have Georgie back again, and the cousins talked and laughed together for an hour, in Mary Lou's room. Almost the first question from the bride was of Susan's love-affair, and what Peter's Christmas gift had been. "It hasn't come yet, so I don't know myself!" Susan said readily.
The baby buried her face in her friend's neck without speaking, and in a moment Rose stood up, saying, "We-all thinks a heap er Lou, 'specially Judd." "I've got a little niece at home just about Lou's age. Her name is Muriel. Would you like to hear about her and her playthings?
He wished now that he had taken a look over his shoulder when young Kenner was unloading the car at Smiling Lou's command. He would be better prepared now for possible emergencies. He remembered, with a bit of comfort, that the bootlegger had piled a good deal of stuff upon the ground before Casey first heard the clink of bottles. A grunt of relief signaled his location of a box containing grub.
Yet the grief was real enough, after all. There was no sham in Mary Lou's faint, after the funeral, and Virginia, drooping about the desolate house, looked shockingly pinched and thin. There was a family council in a day or two, and it was at this time that Susan meant to suggest that the boarding-house be carried on between them all.
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