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The baby ran its arms more closely around Raegen's neck and did not speak, unless its cooing in Raegen's ear was an answer. "What did you say your name was?" persisted Raegen, in a whisper. The baby frowned at this and stopped cooing long enough to say: "Marg'ret," mechanically and without apparently associating the name with herself or anything else.
Tell her I knew her dear mother." Mrs. Costello's eyes, as she returned placidly to the task of labelling jars upon shining jars of marmalade, shone with their most radiant expression. Marg'ret and Joe Hammond were constant visitors in the big Costello house after that. Their father was away, looking for work, Mrs.
Marg'ret frequently came home between Teresa and Alanna to lunch, and when Joe breakfasted after Mass with Danny and Jim, Mrs. Costello packed his lunch with theirs, exulting in the chance. The children became fast friends, and indeed it would have been hard to find better playfellows for the young Costellos, their mother often thought, than the clever, appreciative little Hammonds.
"We says one thing an' we reckon we'se do it, an' when th' time cooms it's impossible." A blank silence fell upon the company, broken presently by Joe. "Why," he said, "thou doesn't mean thou'rt goin' to carry out this here business?" Ted nodded, seriously and regretfully. There was a general shout. "Thou'rt never goin' to wed owd Marg'ret Hep.?"
"Yes, Sister," said a dozen relieved voices, the speakers glad to chorus assent whether the situation in the least concerned them or not. Teresa and some of the other girls had gathered about Marg'ret, and a soothing pur of conversation surrounded them. Mrs. Costello lingered for a few satisfied moments, and then returned to her chair. "Come now, girls, hurry!" said Sister Rose.
"You know, Mother, the girls whose mothers went to Notre Dame are called the 'grandchildren. Alanna and I are, there are twenty-two of us in all. And we are going to have a special march and a special song, and present Superior with a bouquet!" "And maybe Teresa's going to present it and say the salutation!" exulted Alanna. "No, Marg'ret Hammond will," Teresa corrected her quickly.
And I can just cover the waist, and ruffle the skirt with white tarleton. It is nearly two yards wide, and makes lovely trimming. There's no use saving it up for Stephen's children." They all laughed at that. "And, Aunt Marg'ret," to grandmother, "why didn't you keep your little girl shut up in a band-box, while all the other girls were having good times and getting lovers?
"Well, I couldn't do anything!" said her mother, with her wholesome laugh. "Come, Tess," she added briskly, "we'll go down. Don't worry, dear; we'll find some way out of it for Marg'ret." She entered the parlors with her usual genial smile a few minutes later, and the flow of conversation that never failed her. "Mary, you'd ought always to wear that Greek-lookin' dress," said Mrs.
The little girl was asleep in grandmother's arms when they reached home. And the old lady gently took off her pretty clothes and laid her in the bed. "She's by far the sweetest child you've got, Marg'ret," she said to Mrs. Underhill. That was not the end of the gayeties. Relatives kept giving parties, and the bridesmaids were asked. Margaret began to feel as if she knew Doctor Hoffman very well.
Doo-on't, 'Laddin!" "Don't cry, Marg'ret," said Aladdin, with a gulp. "I'd do more'n that for you, and I can swim a little, too b-better'n I can row." "Oh, 'Laddin," said Margaret, "it's so cold in the water." "Shucks!" said Aladdin, whose teeth had been knocking all night. I'm the captain and you're the builder's daughter" and so she was. "Chrissen 'er, Marg'et.
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