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Chunk made a wide circle, approaching the house again at an angle which would give him a view of Miss Lou's window, and watching till it darkened. From the garden he had carried a small, light ladder which he had used when pruning fruit-trees.
Sadie remembered she had histrionic talent. Emmy Lou's anxiety was because there loomed ahead the awful moment of mounting the platform. It was terrible on mere Fridays to mount the platform and, after vain swallowing to overcome a labial dryness and a lingual taste of copper, try to suit the action to the word, but to mount the platform for The Play Emmy Lou was trying not to look that far ahead.
She spoke bravely, but her voice trembled a little. "Good. Before I make my final examination, Miss Merriman and I have got to change our clothes. She will use your room and I the loft; but first let us bring Lou's bed out here by the fire." It was done. "Now," he continued, "while we are getting ready, there are a number of things which you have got to do, and you will have to work fast.
She showed her reader soberly encased in a calico cover. Emmy Lou grew hot. She hid her Reader hastily. Somehow she felt that she had been immodest. The next day Emmy Lou's Reader came to school discreetly swathed in calico. Hardly had the Second Reader begun, when one Friday the music man came. And after that he came every Friday and stayed an hour.
Muscles, even in the atmosphere of a Miss Lizzie's rigid discipline, sometimes rebel. The little girl sitting in front of Emmy Lou was given to spasmodic changes of posture, causing unexpected upheavals of Emmy Lou's desk. On one of these occasions Emmy Lou's ink bottle went over.
"We gave Wall Street a scare in ninety-six, all right, and we're fixing another to hand them. Silver wasn't the only issue," he nodded mysteriously. "There's a good many things got to be changed. The West is going to make itself heard." Carl laughed. "But, surely, it did do that, if nothing else." Lou's thin face reddened up to the roots of his bristly hair. "Oh, we've only begun.
Upon returning to the house he found that his visitors had come back from the post-office. Jim was gazing at Mrs. Mayfield, Tom was shyly striving to dispel Lou's shyness, Mrs. Mayfield was talking romance. "Oh, I could not have believed that such a place existed," she said to Starbuck.
We must be going," said Miss Roberts, rising. She had been lingering, in the hope that something would happen to leave a more pleasant impression of Hunt's appearance, but seeing that matters were drifting from bad to worse, she hastened to break off the painful scene. Annie rose silently without saying a word, and avoided Lou's eyes as she kissed her good-by. "Must you go?" Hunt said.
I des like ter kill mysef lafin' wen we dance tergeder," and she indulged in a jig-step and antics behind Miss Lou's back until she came in sight of the windows, then appeared as if following a hearse. Miss Lou entered the rear door of the long, two-story house, surrounded on three sides by a wide piazza. Mr.
Ef Doctor Mac kin save Lou's life an' he kin yo'd be a murderer, yes, a murderer uv yo'r own flesh an' blood, ter forbid him." Spent by the force of his previous passionate outburst, the man sank tremblingly back into the chair again. "I kaint do hit, Smiles," he answered piteously. "I kaint do hit, an' hit's a foolish thought anyway. He wouldn't come hyar.
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