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It's all worked for good, Lyddy's going out that way; though it did seem a mysterious providence at the time." "Well!" began Miss Maria. She paused, as if she had been hurried too far by her feelings, and ought to give them a check before proceeding. "Well, I don't presume you'd notice it, but she's got a spot on her silk, so't a whole breadth's got to come out, and be let in again bottom side up.
"I'll bet if you'd put one of Miss Lyddy's dresses on her she'd look nobby," Mandy ruminated, addressing her looms. "That's what she would. She'd have 'em all f fa faded away, as the feller says." And so it came about that the next day Johnnie Consadine did not go to the mill at all, but spent the morning washing and ironing her one light print dress.
Lyddy's laugh was particularly fresh, childlike, and pleased; one that would have astonished the Reynolds children. She had seldom laughed heartily since little Rufus had cried and told her she frightened him when she twisted her face so. "Your hat is in the wood-box, and I'll find the butter in the twinkling of an eye, though why you want it now is more than My patience, Mr.
Graeme's mouth tightened. His wife had only time to whisper: "Now, don't you say a word to her." But she was too late. Mam' Lyddy's expression drove him to disobedience. He gave her a keen glance, and then said, half jocularly: "Old woman, what is the matter with you lately!" Mam' Lyddy did not answer immediately. She looked away, then said: "Wid me? Ain't nuttin' de matter wid me."
I am sure it would have been Lyddy's wish." Miss Tame smelt of the thoroughwort blossoms. "It comes pretty sudden on me," she replied. "I hadn't given the subject any thought. But you are to be pitied in your situation." "Yes. And I'm dreadful lonesome. I've always been used to having Lyddy to talk over things with, and I miss her a sight.
"Yes, Maria, I be," returned her father, with uncommon plumpness, as if here now were something he had made up his mind to stand to. "I been thinkin' that Lyddy's a woman grown, as you may say." "Yes," admitted Miss Maria, "she's a woman, as far forth as that goes. What put it into your head?" "Well, I d'know as I know.
Baldwin preached the sermon. I was so put out hearin' it was Mirandy, you might say I forgot to ask him anything. Mirandy was always a well woman till they moved down to the Mill Village and began takin' the hands to board, so many of 'em. When I think of Lyddy's teachin' there another winter, well, I could almost rejoice that she was goin' away. She ain't a mite too strong as it is."
The ribbon would be red; the woman who arranged this room would make no mistake; for in one morning Anthony Croft had penetrated the secret of Lyddy's true personality, and in a measure had sounded the shallows that led to the depths of her nature. Lyddy went home at seven o'clock that night rather reluctantly. The doctor had said Mr.
Anthony Croft, being ministered unto by Lyddy's kind hands, hearing her sweet voice and her soft footstep, saw her as God sees, knowing the best; forgiving the worst, like God, and forgetting it, still more like God, I think. And Lyddy? There is no pen worthy to write of Lyddy.
Besides, she had tried to scrub his favourite violin with sapolio. No, anything was better than Mrs. Buck as a constancy. He took off his hat unconsciously as he entered Lyddy's sitting-room. A gentle breeze blew one of the full red curtains towards him till it fluttered about his shoulders like a frolicsome, teasing hand.
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