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The child sat straight and serious, one warm hand clinging to Lucindy's slender palm. But her eyes still sought the face of her older friend. Molly McNeil rose to a sitting posture. She took the straw from her mouth, and spoke with the happy frankness of those who have no fear because they demand nothing save earth and sky room. "I know who you are," she said to Lucindy.
Her courage sustained his, and the longing to see her hastened his departure as soon as it was safe to let him go; for Lucindy's letters were always of a dismal sort, and made him anxious to put his shoulder to the wheel.
There, now, don't that look more suitable?" By the time she had laid it on, in conventional flatness, and held it up for inspection, every trace of rebellion had apparently been banished from Lucindy's mind. "Here," said the victim of social rigor, "you hand me the box, and I'll set it away." They had a cosey, old-fashioned chat, touching upon nothing in the least revolutionary, and Mrs.
Wilson, startled into a more robust frankness than usual, "you do look like the Old Nick!" A shade came over Miss Lucindy's honest face. It seemed, for a moment, as if she were going to cry. "Don't you like 'em, Jane?" she asked, appealingly. "Won't neither of 'em do?" Mrs. Wilson was not incapable of compunction, but she felt also the demands of the family honor.
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