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"You mustn't say anything to me, Maizie, unless I ask you a question," she commanded, "because I'm a princess who lives in a crystal palace in a wonderful country with oceans and mountains." Maizie did not reply; what could she say? Simply she stared as Suzanna moved gracefully about the room with the slow movements she considered fitting a princess. At last she returned to the bed.
The tapestry spread below the mountains of water and green slopes and velvet meadows sun-kissed too, called to her; the artist in her was keenly, deeply responsive to the call, still she could not answer, only stand and gaze and gaze, and drink in the beauty that stretched before her. Then old Nancy came with hurrying words, waking Maizie.
I'll bet Elsie's had to go to another campus house. It's a shame! That letter was meant to do two things. Get Jane Allen out of the Hall and Elsie in. Don't stop to talk with old Weatherbee, Maizie," was Marian's injunction. "We'll just say 'How do you do. We're back, and hustle upstairs. Be sure to notice if she seems as cordial as ever. If she is, it will be a good sign that we're safe."
"There's a dress in there," she said, "that I wore when as a young girl I lived with my parents way back across the ocean." "A big city?" asked Maizie. "Not like Anchorville?" "A big city," returned Drusilla. "You see that glass case in the corner? Go and look at it." Suzanna and Maizie sprang up and went to the dusky corner.
Funny words that we don't know the meaning of, but can guess; terrible threats." "Oh, don't," cried Maizie, "don't, I don't want 'terrible threats. It sounds awful." "Well, then," conceded Suzanna, "I'll leave out the terrible threats, Maizie. Now I'm beginning: "There came to the city of Jerusalem one day a Little Boy with a halo on His head. It was on a Monday that he came.
But I don't want to be carried in feet foremost and hear the preacher talk about 'the many mansions and green pastures. Isn't there some way that we can by-pass this Maizie and her orders 'to kill on sight'?" "Why, I thought ya wanted to meet Maizie," chuckled Landy, "thought ye wanted to contract her fer fortune tellin' down at that island place?
He wagged his tail vigorously; then further to show himself off, he sat down and held out a beguiling paw to Mrs. Procter. Maizie cried out in delight. "Oh, can't we keep him now, mother? Isn't he cunning?" Peter turned quickly upon his sister. "Would that be fair?" he sternly asked. His voice deepened suddenly. "You wouldn't, any one of you, even look at him when he was poor and dirty and afraid.
In Pittsburgh it's steel; in Boston, the Back Bay district gets the headlines; in Charleston, it's the Colonial homes that are featured. The mine-run folks get no mention. Here in Henry County, it's the Barrow family. In my notes, I simply list 'em as rumors, letting the reader be the judge. And now, let's get along to the final chapter. "Maizie came to the Barrows about ten years ago.
"Having that," said David, with the arrogant assurance of young men in love, "Shirley will be content." The rich aunt stared. "Humph!" she sniffed, "You're not even grown up. On your own head be it!" Shirley took some risks in inviting these visits. The picture David had got had her and Maizie living in dingy rooms, marks of hardship and privation thick around them.
He could not bear to run the chance of losing her, his one close possession. To that chivalrous thought of her father, she sacrificed her friend and went her way, undramatically, uncomplainingly. She spoke in a low sweet voice. "The children will have a happy time, I'm sure, Mrs. Procter," she said, as she left, Suzanna and Maizie clinging to her. Other little girls were waiting in the phaeton.
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