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That he really didn't deserve she should be so kind. And The Fairy Lady suddenly came quite close to him and whispered, "Kiss me!" "And," said Mr. Skelmersdale, "like a fool, I did." There are kisses and kisses, I am told, and this must have been quite the other sort from Millie's resonant signals of regard. There was something magic in that kiss; assuredly it marked a turning point.
'I'm afraid that proverb doesn't apply to me, Aunt Elizabeth, she said, 'because I haven't repented! What do you think of that, Laddie?" "Of course, she hasn't had much leisure lately," I agreed. Ukridge's jaw dropped slightly. But he rallied swiftly. "Idiot! That wasn't what she meant. Millie's an angel!" "Of course she is," I said cordially.
Amanda looked at the hired girl. In her calico dress and gingham apron, her hair combed back plain from her homely face, she was certainly not beautiful, and yet the girl who looked at her thought she appeared really attractive as the gratitude of her loyal heart shone on her countenance. "Millie's a jewel," thought Amanda. "And Mother's another. I hope I shall be like them as I grow older."
The Fairy Lady asked him more about Millie, and was she very lovely, and so on a great many times. As to Millie's loveliness, I conceive him answering that she was "all right."
She clutched frantically at the quickly departing joy and cheerfulness of that far-off past. "I'm going to keep my sense of humor and my faith in things in spite of anything that comes to me," she promised herself, "even if they do have to give me boneset tea to jerk me up a bit!" She laughed at Millie's faith in the boneset tea. "I hope it also takes the meanness and hate out of my heart.
It seems to abody she's workin' more'n ever this here spring. I guess mebbe she thinks she better get all the ins and outs o' housework so as she can do it right till she gets married once." "Ach, I guess Amanda ain't thinkin' of marryin' yet," said the mother. "You fool yourself," was Millie's wise answer. "Is there ever a woman born that don't think 'bout it? Women ain't made that way.
"There's romance everywhere," Martin told her. "Millie's heart wouldn't be the fine big thing it is if she didn't keep a space there for love and romance." The Reist farmhouse, always a busy place, was soon rivaling the proverbial beehive. Mrs.
Millie's face was dim and potent in the gloom, and Lichfield Stope more than ever resembled an uneasy ghost. He muttered an indistinct response to a period directed at him by Woolfolk and turned with a low, urgent appeal to his daughter. The latter, with a hopeless gesture, relinquished his arm, and the other vanished. "You were sailing this morning," Millie commented listlessly.
With her short bush of curls, little aquiline profile true to her father's, tilted upward, as if sniffing the aerial scent, her slender figure Parisienne to outlandishness, the stream of Millie's ancestry flowed through the tropics of her very exotic personality. She was the magnolia on the family tree, the bloom on a century plant that was heavy with its first bud.
Now, after the first warmth and delight of the meeting had passed, a certain pre-occupation restrained the buoyancy so natural to the warm-hearted pair. Steve was seated in the chair beside the table, the chair which the doctor was wont to adopt when the mosquitoes outside made the veranda impossible. Perhaps he understood the preoccupation which more particularly looked out of Millie's eyes.
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