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"I think you'd better put her across, old man. And er we might as well walk on." They turned away, Millie's eyes wide in surprise, Mrs. Marland smiling the smile of triumphant sagacity. "I was coming to you to-morrow," cried Charlie the moment his canoe bumped against the stops. "What do you mean, sir, by staying away a whole week? How could you?" "I don't know," said Charlie.
Well, when I tell you that she was Millie's nearest relative and that it was her consent I had to snaffle, you'll see that I was faced with a bit of a problem." "Let's have it," I said. "Well, the first time I ever saw Millie was in a first-class carriage on the underground. I'd got a third-class ticket, by the way.
That evening at supper Philip asked suddenly, "What ails you two, Uncle Amos, you and Millie? I see you grin every time you look at each other." "Well, nothin' ails me except a bad case of love that's been stickin' in me this long while and now it's broke out. Millie's caught it too." "Well, I declare!" Amanda was quick to detect his meaning. "You two darlings! I'm so glad!"
"Well, I thought I wonder you like to be there." "Why shouldn't I?" The mysterious appearance not being repeated, Millie's courage returned. "I thought you believed in the ghost," she said, smiling. "So I do, but I don't mind it." "You've never seen it?" "Supposing I haven't? That doesn't prove it's not true." "But you're often here at the time?" "Never," answered Charlie with emphasis.
Millie's fingers were busy straightening the contents of a tray of combs and imitation jet barrettes. Millie's fingers were not intended for that task. They are slender, tapering fingers, pink-tipped and sensitive. "I should think," mused she, rubbing a cloudy piece of jet with a bit of soft cloth, "that they'd welcome a homely one with relief. These goddesses are so cloying."
Woolfolk was fast determining to go up to the house and insist upon Millie's hearing him, when unexpectedly she appeared in a somber, fluttering cloak, with her head uncovered and hair blown back from her pale brow. He waited until she had passed him, and then rose, softly calling her name. She stopped and turned, with a hand pressed to her heart. "I was afraid you'd gone out," she told him.
We've had her almost twenty years. We can leave everything to her and know it will be taken care of. Why, Millie's as much a part of the family as though she really belonged to it. When Phil and I were little she was always baking us cookies in the shape of men or birds, and they always had big raisin eyes. Millie's a treasure and we all think of her as being one of the family."
Poor Millie's got the worst of all the work to do. I ain't so strong, and there's much always to do. Of course, Amanda helps, but none of us do as much as Millie." "But me, don't I get paid for it, and paid good?" asked the hired girl, sending a loving glance at Mrs. Reist. "Far as I go it's all right to have Isabel come for a while. Mebbe she can help, too, sometimes with the work."
"That's Lyman's work." The injustice of the thing hurt her. "Of course, I can get another school, but I like Crow Hill, I know the children and we get along so well, and it's near home " "Well," came Millie's spirited question, "surely you ain't goin' to let Mertzheimers do like they want? I don't believe in this foldin' hands and lookin' meek and leavin' people use you for a shoe mat!
Soap? and horrid pudding basins of steaming water. Miriam's hair had never been washed with anything but cantharides and rose-water on a tiny special sponge. In full horror, "Oh," she said, in a low vague voice, "It doesn't matter about me." "Gun' Tak' Fr'n," snapped the woman briskly. Miriam gave herself up. "Gooten Mawgen, Frau Krause," said Millie's polite departing voice.
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