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"Is yo' wanting Miss Mirandy Dows," she asked with great dignity, "oah Miss Sally Dows her niece? Miss Mirandy's bin gone to Atlanta for a week." "I have a letter for Miss Miranda, but I shall be very glad if Miss Sally Dows will receive me," returned Courtland, handing the letter and his card to the girl. She received it with a still greater access of dignity and marked deliberation.
On this morning that I speak of, Ralph had walked toward the school early to avoid the company of Mirandy. But not caring to sustain his dignity longer than was necessary, he loitered along the road, admiring the trunks of the maples, and picking up a beech-nut now and then.
Now let me tell you something, Rebecca. Your aunt Mirandy 's willed all this to you, the brick house and buildings and furniture, and the land all round the house, as far 's you can see." Rebecca threw off her hat and put her hand to her heart, as she always did in moments of intense excitement.
“I’m glad you came!” said Marcia impulsively, feeling a rush of something like tears in her throat at the relief of delay from the aunts. “Come in and sit down. Who are you, and why wouldn’t your Grandmother like you to come?” The strange girl laughed a mirthless laugh. “Me? Oh, I’m Mirandy. Nobody ever calls me anything but Mirandy.
He spoke strongly of the utter meanness of the one who could play so heartless a trick on a schoolmate. He said that it was as much thieving to get your fun at the expense of another as to steal his money. And while he talked, all eyes were turned on Hank all except the eyes of Mirandy Means. They looked simperingly at Ralph. All the rest looked at Hank. The fire had made his face very red.
Then it flung its arms wildly above its head, and with a nimble spring disappeared upward. Jonas Creyshaw watched it, his eyes distended, his face pallid, his pipe trembling in his shaking hand. "Mirandy!" he quavered faintly. His wife, a thin, ailing woman with pinched features and an uncertain eye, came to the door.
Rebecca pushed her cup away, rose from the table, and put on her hat and jacket quietly. "I'm not going to drive up river, Mr. Cobb," she said. "I'm going to stay here and catch bricks; catch 'em without throwing 'em back, too. I don't know as aunt Mirandy will take me in after I've run away, but I'm going back now while I have the courage. You wouldn't be so good as to go with me, would you, Mr.
I offer this psychological remark as a contribution to the natural history of the weak-minded woman. It was at the close of that very second day on which Ralph had achieved his first victory over the school, and in which Mirandy had been seized with her desperate passion for him, that she told him about it. Not in words.
Wadleigh approached the door, she gave a rapid glance at the hop-pole in the garden, and wondered if its vine had stood the winter well. That was the third hop vine she'd had from Mirandy Pendleton! Mounting the front steps, she drew forth the key, and put it in the door. It turned readily enough, but though she gave more than one valiant push, the door itself did not yield.
"I guess you don't mean Mrs. Appleton Brice," said Mrs. Reed. "That's just who I mean," answered Miss Crane, triumphantly, nay, aggressively. Mrs. Abner shook her curls in a way that made people overwhelm her with proofs. "Mirandy, you're cracked," said she. "Ain't you never been to Boston?" Miss Crane bridled. This was an uncalled-for insult.
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