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Updated: June 10, 2025
The office of Raymond & St. Clair stood near the wharves. Harry paused at the door, not quite sure whether to go in or not. It was easy to discover work in that office. "You might ask if Ranald has come," said Kate. "Maimie is too shy." Harry returned in a few moments, quite excited.
There is no need of saying that," replied Ranald, still gazing at her. "How beautiful you are, Maimie," he added, bluntly. "Thank you, and you are really quite passable." "And I AM glad to see you." "That's why you won't come in." "I am coming to-morrow night." "Everybody will be here to-morrow night." "Yes, that's certainly a drawback." "And I shall be very busy looking after my guests.
'Thank you, she replied, 'I was so cosy and warm. But you' and she looked at his nakedness awkwardly 'don't you feel the least bit cold? Now cold was another word Peter had forgotten, so he answered, 'I think not, but I may be wrong: you see I am rather ignorant. I am not exactly a boy; Solomon says I am a Betwixt-and-Between. 'So that is what it is called, said Maimie thoughtfully.
Maimie walked alongside one of them for some distance without meeting anybody, but at last she saw a fairy cavalcade approaching. To her surprise they seemed to be returning from the ball, and she had just time to hide from them by bending her knees and holding out her arms and pretending to be a garden chair.
"Well, perhaps," said Maimie, with a little laugh, "and that's just it. Oh, I wish he were " "A lieutenant?" suggested Kate. "Well, yes, I do," said Maimie, desperately. "And if he were, you would marry him," said Kate, a shade of contempt in her tone that Maimie failed to notice. "Yes, I would." Kate remained silent. "There now, you think I am horrid, I know," said Maimie.
The house was exactly the size of Maimie, and perfectly lovely. One of her arms was extended, and this had bothered them for a second, but they built a verandah round it leading to the front door. The windows were the size of a coloured picture-book and the door rather smaller, but it would be easy for her to get out by taking off the roof.
When they came up to whip Maimie they usually found her sleeping tranquilly, not shamming, you know, but really sleeping, and looking like the sweetest little angel, which seems to me to make it almost worse. But of course it was daytime when they were in the Gardens, and then Tony did most of the talking.
He has been too late several times, and when he sees he is too late he runs back to the Thrush's Nest for his paddle, of which Maimie had told him the true use, and he digs a grave for the child and erects a little tombstone and carves the poor thing's initials on it.
"Yes." said Kate; "you are not treating Ranald well. You should not encourage him to to care for you when you do not mean to to go on with it." "Oh, what nonsense; Ranald is not a baby; he will not take any hurt." "Oh, Maimie," said Kate, and her voice was low and earnest, "Ranald is not like other men. He does not understand things. He loves you and he will love you more every day if you let him.
She put her head in her aunt's lap and sobbed out her heart's overflow. For an hour they sat by the open trunk, forgetting all about the packing, while her aunt talked to Maimie as no one had ever talked to her before; and often, through the long years of suffering that followed, the words of that evening came to Maimie to lighten and to comfort an hour of fear and sorrow. Mrs.
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