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She had a cryin' spell when she waked up, but I didn't know which way they'd gone." Ellen came wandering round the side of the house, and Lucindy crooked a trembling finger at her. "Come here!" she called. "You come here and see me!" Ellen walked up to her with a steady step, and laid one little brown hand on Lucindy's knee. But the old Judge's daughter drew the child covetously to her lap.
Lucindy laid the flowers back in their box, with as much tenderness as if they held the living fragrance of a dream. "Well!" she said, wistfully. Then she tried to smile. "Here!" interposed Mrs. Wilson, not over-pleased with the part she felt called upon to play, "you give me your bunnit. Don't I see your old sheaf o'wheat in the box? Let me pin it on for you.
Lucy, you an' Lucindy leave 'lone them strips; you're jes' hend'rin' yer brothah. Git yer nine patch pieces. Gre't, big gals lak you ortn't idle." "Some one's comin'!" exclaimed Mr. Rogers, the first to notice the barking of the dogs outside. "See who 'tis, Henry." "Heah, Lucy, gether up them twigs," bustled Mrs. Rogers, as she swept the hearth. "Rache, tek thet harnish out.
"For the land's sake!" said aunt Lucindy, when she went by and saw it standing, in modest worth, "ain't they goin' to do anythin' with it? Jest let it set there? Why under the sun don't they have a party of Injuns tackle it?"
He was as comfortable as he could be; and, when he was gone, it wasn't no great matter, for there was only me, and I don't mind roughin' it." "But Lucindy, where was she?" I asked very naturally. "Oh! she married another man long ago. Couldn't expect her to take me and my misfortins. She's doin' well, I hear, and that's a comfort anyway."
"Look here," she said, "should you like to go home and spend a week with me?" The little maid threw back her tangle of curls, and looked Lucindy squarely in the eyes. "Yes," she answered. Lucindy's grasp tightened round her. "How should you like to live with me?" The child touched her little breast inquiringly with one finger. "Me?" She pointed over to Mrs.
He was so troubled that he hardly smiled once during the rest of his circuit, and at night he refrained from going up town, and sat under the trees back of the creamery and smoked and pondered on the astounding situation. He came at last to the resolution that it was his duty to declare himself to Lucindy and end all uncertainty, so that no other woman would fall into Nina's error.
Apparently this could have gone on indefinitely, but it didn't. Lucindy went to Minneapolis for a few weeks to stay with her brother, and that threw Claude deeper into despair than anything Mrs. Kennedy might do or any word Lucindy might say.
But Jane Wilson was, at the same instant, feeling very keenly that Lucindy, faded and old as she was, needed to be indulged in all her riotous fancies. She repressed the temptation, however, at its birth. "Why, I dunno's there's anything in the way of it," she said, soberly. "Then, if you must go, I'll walk right along now. Claribel and I'll go down to Miss West's, and see what she's got.
The twins, Lucindy an' Lucy, air real peart, too, fur ther age, jes' turned intah ther ninth year. Tommy, he's only five, but his pap'll sign him, too; fur we want him brung 'long fast in his books befoh he's big 'nough to holp with the wuck." "That leaves only your youngest, I believe," said Dudley. "What is his name?" "His real name is Barton Warren Stone, aftah our preachah.
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