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And when I went away, he shook hands. 'It's a very queer thing that you happened to go just today. That's exactly where I meant to take you this afternoon. I'm rather disappointed. 'I'm very sorry. But couldn't I go with you again? We shall be alone this time: Mr. Egremont said he was just going. 'It won't tire you? 'Oh, but I should like to go! I made up my mind which'll be Lyddy's room.

The birds were flying hither and thither in the apple boughs, and there was one little home of straw so hung that Lyddy could look into it and see the patient mother brooding her nestlings. The sight of her bright eyes, alert for every sign of danger, sent a rush of feeling through Lyddy's veins that made her long to clasp the little feathered mother to her own breast.

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.

The words 'We've always kept together, touched her inexpressibly; they bore so beautiful a meaning on Thyrza's lips. 'And would your sister Lydia scold me very much if I made you lose your Monday morning's work? she asked, smiling. 'Oh, it's always the other way, ma'am. Lyddy's always glad when I get a holiday. But I never like her to have to go to work alone.

"She told me she wanted her money to invest it herself. The old fool! They will rob her of it." The weeks that followed, and Mam' Lyddy's immersion in "Siciety" began apparently to justify Mr. Graeme's prophecy. A marked change had taken place in the old woman's dress, and no less a change had taken place in herself. She began to go out a good deal, and her manner was quite new.

Butterfield was happy enough in Paradise to appreciate and feel Lyddy's joy. I can even believe she was glad to have died, since her dying could bring such content to any wretched living human soul. As Lydia sat in the firelight, the left side of her poor face in shadow, you saw that she was distinctly harmonious.

The birds were flying hither and thither in the apple-boughs, and there was one little home of straw so hung that Lyddy could look into it and see the patient mother brooding her nestlings. The sight of her bright eyes, alert for every sign of danger, sent a rush of feeling through Lyddy's veins that made her long to clasp the tiny feathered mother to her own breast.

Lydia whirled away for her last look at herself in the glass over the table, and her aunt tremulously began to put to rights some slight disorder in the girl's hat. "Father," she said sharply, "are Lyddy's things all ready there by the door, so's not to keep Ezra Perkins waitin'? You know he always grumbles so. And then he gets you to the cars so't you have to wait half an hour before they start."

When the violin was laid away, she would sit in the twilight, by Davy's sofa, his thin hand in hers, and talk with Anthony about books and flowers and music, and about the meaning of life too its burdens and mistakes, and joys and sorrows; groping with him in the darkness to find a clue to God's purposes. Davy had long afternoons at Lyddy's house as the autumn grew into winter.

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.

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