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"All I can say is, that I think it would break Ma's heart!" she added violently. "You give up a fine man like Cliff Frost, and now I suppose we'll have some of your divorced friends hanging about " "Lyd, dear, don't be so bitter," Martie said gently, almost maternally. "Mr. Dryden has gone off for a long tour; he may not be back for years. What I plan to do now is go to New York.
"Oh, that was her mother's fault! The only good thing about this boarding-school deal is that it gets her away from Elviry Marshall. Put more nuts in here, Lyd. You like her now, don't you?" "Yes, I do," replied Lydia, honestly, "though she's an awful silly. She never reads anything, and she flunked all her Thanksgiving examinations."
"The drought is something frightful," he said to Lydia one afternoon in late August, wiping the sweat and dust from his face. "This is the ninth week without rain. The corn is ruined. I never knew anything like this and Dad says he hasn't either." "Our garden died weeks ago," said Lydia, listlessly. Billy looked at her keenly. "Are you feeling any more cheerful, Lyd?"
"Don't mind Lyd," Sally said consolingly. "She'll have a grand talk with Pa, and feel martyred, and talk it over with Lou and Clara, and come to the conclusion that it's all for the best. Poor Lyd, do you remember how she used to laugh and dance about the house when we were little? Do you remember the Spider-web Party?" "Do you remember the pink dress, Sally?
Her flight was noiseless, as if now no one must know, but he heard the shutting of a door and the sound of a turning key. That night Anne was wakened from her sleep by a wisp of a figure that came slipping to her bedside, announced only by the cautious breathing of her name: "Anne! Anne!" her sister was whispering close to her cheek. "Why, Lyd," said Anne, "what is it?"
Lydia, whose cheeks were burning and whose eyes were deep with unshed tears, twisted her hands uncomfortably and looked at Billy. "Go ahead, Lyd," he said, reassuringly. "Because it was right," she said, finally. "Because Ducit Amor Patriae -you know, because no matter whether the Indians were good or bad, we had made promises to them and they depended on us." She paused, struggling for words.
"This John Dryden that I told you about, Lyd the man who wrote the play that failed was anxious for me to go on with the Curley boarding-house," Martie said one day, "and sometimes now I think I should have done so." "Good heavens!" Lydia, smoothing the thin old blankets on Martie's wide, flat bed, stopped aghast. "But why should you Pa is more than willing to have you here!" "I know, darling.
"Oh, he got a good nap in," Lydia admitted, pacified, "if you're really going to take him to-night, I've laid out his clean things." "I saw them on the bed, Lyd you're a darling!" "Am I going?" Teddy asked, with a bounce. "Is Aunt Sally going to take the children?" Martie temporized. But Teddy knew from her tone that he was safe.
She sat down in the kitchen rocker, and Teddy climbed into her lap, and, while she talked with Lydia, distracted her with little kisses, with small hands squeezing her cold cheeks, and with the casual bumping of his hard little head against her face. "I declare it begins to feel Christmassy, Lyd! Did you get down town to see the stores? I never saw anything like Bonestell's in my life.
"Oh, I don't know; three or four days ago why, Thursday, it must have been, for after I got through with Briggs I went on to that " "And this is Monday," said Lydia; "four days." At the sight of her sister-in-law's troubled eyes, Madeleine was again overcome with facile remorse. She clapped her on the shoulder hearteningly. "I'm awfully sorry, Lyd, but don't you go being afraid of Paul.
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