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But the room was in perfect order, and little Claribel waited for them, conscious of a propriety unstained by guilt. "Lucindy," said Mrs. Wilson, who also had used her eyes, "where's your father's canes? They al'ays stood right here in this corner." Lucindy flushed. "Jane," she whispered, "don't you tell, but I I buried 'em!
"Here!" she called, "what if she should jump up behind me and come now!" Mrs. McNeil, being the thrall only of the earth, saw no reason, why a thing should not be done as one wanted it. She lifted; the child and set her on the horse behind Lucindy. And so, in this strange fashion, the two entered the high street of Tiverton. A few weeks after this, Mrs.
An' beside, that a'n't goin' to hender, nuther; I calculate to make it one o' the chores to take keer of him; 't won't cost no more to you; and I ha'n't no great opportunities to do things for folks that 's allers a-doin' for me; so't you needn't be afeard, Miss Lucindy: I love to." Miss Lucinda's heart got the better of her judgment.
A little girl appeared with a yellow kitchen chair. Mrs. McNeil rose, carried it outside the gate, and planted it by Buckskin's side. "There!" she said, "you put your hand on my shoulder and step down. It won't tip. I've got my knee on it." Lucindy alighted, with some difficulty, and drew a long breath. "I'll hitch him," said Molly McNeil.
"Well, Lucindy," she began, soothingly, "now 'tain't any use, is it, for us to say we ain't gettin' on in years? We be! You 're my age, an' Why, look at Claribel in there! What should you say, if you see me settin' out to meetin' with red flowers on my bunnit? I should be nothin' but a laughin'-stock!"
Before he could reply, Lucindy entered, bearing a salver on which was a glass of milk and a pitcher of water. Constance gave him her hand in gentle dismissal. "Go to bed, Wolf," she said, mischievously, "and dream of of platonics, as befits your rugged constitution. Personally, I am not equal to more than the inspirations of milk-and-water as yet!"
Lucindy turned to her, smiling still, but with a hint of quizzical shrewdness about her mouth. "I guess I ain't called on to put myself out," she said, simply, yet not irreverently. "Father had his way in pretty much everything while he was alive. I always made up my mind if I should outlive him, I'd have all the things I wanted then, when young folks want the most.
There's lots of other colors, you know; pink, and all sorts.". Claribel put out one little brown hand, and timidly touched the other hat. "This one," she said. It was very plain, and very pretty; yet there were no flowers, and the modest white ribbon lay smoothly about the crown. Miss Lucindy gave a little cry, as if some one had hurt her. "O!" she exclaimed, "O Claribel! you sure?"
"Sometimes I had to use slate-pencils." There was no one else to administer judgment, and Mrs. Wilson felt the necessity. "Well," she began, "an' you can set there, tellin' that an' smilin' " "My smilin' don't mean any more'n some other folks' cryin', I guess," said Lucindy, smiling still more broadly. "I begun that more'n thirty years ago.
Molly McNeil stayed contentedly outside; for though she had brought her share of the treasure, quite evidently she considered herself a friendly helper, not a partner in the scheme. But Miss Lucindy was the queen of the carnival. We heard one girl say to another, as our eccentric townswoman swept past us, in the eager crowd, "Oh, the dear old thing!"
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