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"I suppose she wanted to see how really bad I did look," he was muttering fiercely, under his breath. "Well, she needn't worry. If I do get blind, I'll take good care she don't have to look at me, nor Mazie, nor any of the rest of them." Keith went out on the street very little after that, and especially he kept away from it after school hours. They were not easy those winter days.
At the same time he was curious to know how it happened that the two girls and the little crippled cousin of Bessie came to be there alone; when it might have been expected that Asa French, or his farm hand, would be along, capable of rendering more or less assistance. "How do you come to be here alone, you girls?" he hastened to ask of Mazie.
Then, with a little embarrassed laugh, as he did not take them, she thrust them into his fingers. "Oh, I forgot. You can't see them, can you?" "Mazie!" remonstrated the half-smothered voice of Dorothy. But it was Susan who came promptly to the rescue. "Yes, an' ain't they pretty?" she cried, taking them from Keith's unresisting fingers. "Here, let me put 'em in water, an' you two sit down.
"Call the wagon," said Johnny. Soon they were rattling away toward the station, Mazie, Cio-Cio-San, and Johnny. "Johnny," Mazie whispered, "you didn't desert, did you?" "Did you think that?" Johnny groaned in mock agony. "No, honest I didn't, but what what did you do?" "Just got tired of waiting for Uncle Sam to bring me home from Russia, so I walked, that's all.
He ripped it open and uttered an exclamation. He read: "Dear Mr. Blair: "I am doing a little engagement at Poli's. Won't you drop around and see me? I promise not to compel you to play the fireman. "Sincerely yours, "MAZIE FULLER." "Jove!" murmured Andy. "I forgot all about her." "Any answer?" asked the messenger. "No." The boy started out. "Oh, yes. Wait a minute." Andy scribbled an acceptance.
And into this vividness came the girl who had waited on the table, and her flaming cheeks and copper hair seemed to challenge the glow of the autumn landscape. She would have passed him with a nod, but he stopped her. "You must not run away, Mazie Wetherell," he said; "you used to treat me better than that when you were a little girl." She laughed. "Do you remember my freckles and red hair?"
He tried not to care that the youngest McGuire children stood at their gate and whispered, with fingers plainly pointing toward himself. He did not go near the schoolhouse, and he stayed at the post-office until he felt sure all the scholars must have reached home. Then, just at the corner of his own street, he met Mazie Sanborn and Dorothy Parkman face to face.
"And that's why I hoped about me, you know that he wouldn't mind now. And, of course, it can't make any difference about his eyes, for he doesn't need father, or or any one now." Her voice broke. "Oh, Susan, I want to help, some way, if I can! WOULD he see me, do you think?" "He ought to. He sees everybody else." "I know. Mazie says " "Does Mazie know about you?" interrupted Susan.
"Er what a lovely big, sunny room," interrupted Dorothy hastily, so hastily that Susan threw a sharp glance into her face to see if she were really interrupting Mazie for a purpose. "I love big rooms." "Yes, so do I," chimed in Mazie. "And I always wanted to see the inside of this house, too." "What for?"
At the moment when the three men were hurrying down the stairs which led from Johnny's room to the street, Mazie sat silently searching the faces of the men about her. Wild questions raced through her brain. Who were these men? Why had they kidnapped her? What did they want? What would they do to her? She shivered a little at the last question.
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