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Barry was so kind to me I shall never forget her kindness but the house is so close to the factory, and there was such a whirring of wheels all the time, it seemed to get into my head and make me wild with nervousness. I'm so weak that sounds like that worry me. But it is so still and green and peaceful here. It just rests me." When bedtime came, Mrs. Falconer took Camilla up to Missy's room.
But," he added for Duke seemed to be stunned by the loss "sit ye down, and I'll fetch what water I can in my cap, or we'll have missy's foot very bad, and that 'ud be worser than losin' the money." He was back in a moment with water enough to soak the diminutive handkerchief, with which he gently bathed away some of the blood, so that he could see the wound.
It's all I can think of; for I've no money leastways this is master's and missy's, and you'd best take it for them," he went on, as he pulled out the little packet from the inside of his jacket which he had already vainly offered to Peter. "And about Peter, p'raps you'd say a word to the old gentleman about sending him something.
He was ashamed of having hurt her, and yet he knew that the least weakness on his part would mean disaster, i.e., would bind him to her. And to-day he feared this more than anything, and silently followed her to the princess's cabinet. Princess Sophia Vasilievna, Missy's mother, had finished her very elaborate and nourishing dinner.
"We'll have a picnic'." "Rocky Ford! Rocky Ford!" Rocky Ford, home of nymphs, water-babies and Indian legend, was only half a mile away. Again it shone in all its old-time romantic loveliness on Missy's inward eye. And for a fact it was a good Maytime picnic place.
Falconer paused for a few moments at her gate, apparently lost in deep thought. She was perfectly well aware of all the hints that had been thrown out for her benefit that afternoon. She knew that the Aids, one and all, thought that she ought to take Camilla Clark. But she had no room to give her for it was out of the question to think of putting her in Missy's room.
Such unexpected shortness and sharpness from father made her feel suddenly wretched; he was even worse than mother. "Who is he, anyway?" he exploded further. Missy's lips were twitching inexplicably; she feared to essay speech, but it was mother who answered. "He's that red-headed boy who clerks in Pieker's grocery." "Arthur's a nice boy," Missy then attempted courageously.
It was not as hard as she had expected it to be after all. The wrench was over with the putting away of Missy's things, and it did not hurt the mother to see the frail, girlish Camilla in her daughter's place. "What a dear little room!" said Camilla, glancing around. "It is so white and sweet. Oh, I know I am going to sleep well here, and dream sweet dreams."
But I must do it. Camilla is coming here today, and this room must be got ready for her. Oh, Missy, my poor lost child, it's for your sake I'm doing this because you may be suffering somewhere as Camilla is now, and I'd wish the same kindness to be shown to you." She opened the window and put fresh linen on the bed. One by one Missy's little belongings were removed and packed carefully away.
When the subject was broached to Missy's mother with carefully considered tact, she bore up with puzzling but heavenly equanimity. She looked thoughtfully at the two girls in turn, and then gazed out the window. "A six o'clock dinner-party, you say?" she repeated, her eyes apparently fixed on the nasturtium bed. "Yes, Mrs. Merriam." It was Tess who answered.
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