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"Do you think you can get Hulls and Maizie out of there by Thanksgiving?" he inquired politely. "It doesn't really matter," said David languidly. "But I must try to get acquainted with 'em; make friends with 'em if I can." "Why do you hope to persuade 'em to get off?" exclaimed the astonished receiver. "I've seen 'em. They're impossible."
I know she hadn't as late as luncheon to-day, for I asked Elsie and she said 'No. We're just as well off without her. She has no more diplomacy than a goose. She's been so grouchy all week, that I don't trust her." "Oh, she's harmless," frowned Marian. "Now listen to me, Maizie.
"Did you really see the rose with your eyes, Suzanna?" "Yes," Suzanna answered; "truly with my eyes." She suddenly sat up very straight and pointed a small finger, "and there it's coming again. It's nodding its head at me. Look, Maizie!" Maizie jumped. "There, see, Maizie, it's walking right through Mrs. Reynolds' gate. Isn't it graceful?"
You see, she has never had to face any real trials. If any came, they would be very real trials to her. And I'm not sure just what she just how she " Poor Maizie, torn between loyalty to and fear for her Shirley, floundered miserably and fell into an ashamed silence. "You don't know how brave Shirley is. Sisters are apt to be that way, I suppose." Poor Maizie!
I wish strawberries still wet with dew and reposing in their green leaves." "But," began Suzanna, "I can't get strawberries for you." The old lady rose to her full height. "Wilt begone, serf?" in stern accents she cried. "Wilt begone and prepare what I demand?" Now Suzanna had a very firm idea of her own standing as a princess. Had she not earlier in the day impressed Maizie?
Peter had a room all to himself, a small one with a cot which was much to his liking. "It's like camping out," he made himself believe. Graham occupied one next door. Little Daphne was with Mrs. Bartlett. "There's two closets," cried Maizie, as she went on a tour of investigation. "One for your clothes and one for mine. Sometimes, Suzanna," she said, "I can hardly believe it all yet."
As Maizie finished the last dish, the door bell rang. Suzanna ran to the foot of the stairs. "Oh, mother, shall I answer?" she cried. "I wish you would," Mrs. Procter called down. "Peter has a stone bruise and I'm using liniment." So Suzanna went to the front door. She opened it to Mr. Bartlett. "Good evening, Suzanna," he said in a friendly voice. "Is your father at home?"
"Maizie thinks the future an occasion, I think," she said, and then, because lucid explanation was beyond her, she continued: "You know we have a big cottage at the seashore, and the cottage is close to the water." Maizie it was who at last broke the thrilling silence: "Where there's an ocean? And where you can go wading and swimming?" she cried.
"You can't be kind to them; they won't let you. And I had to slap the girl orphan." The one alluded to thrust her small fist in her eye. Her slight body shook with sobs. Suzanna's heart was moved. She addressed her sister vigorously. "That isn't the way to treat people who are weary and homeless, Maizie Procter," she began. "You ought to be kindest in the whole world to sorry ones!"
And she had difficulty in restraining her tears when Maizie deliberately gave her command for chocolate ice cream soda. When the orders came Suzanna scarcely touched her glass.
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