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Is that merely Missy's doll, or is it the limb of a stifled Cupid peeping out? What do you suppose are those ashes smouldering in the grate? Very likely a suttee has been offered up there just before you came in: a faithful heart has been burned out upon a callous corpse, and you are looking on the cineri doloso. You see B. and his wife receiving their company before dinner. Gracious powers!
Missy's physical being felt more refreshed than she cared to admit; for her turmoil of spirit had awakened with her, and she felt her body should be in keeping. By the time she got dressed and downstairs, Uncle Charlie had breakfasted and was about to go down town. He said Aunt Isabel was still in bed, but much better. "She had no business to drink all those sodas," he said.
One of Missy's gay pink ribbons Missy had been so fond of pink ribbons hung over the top of the mirror. On a chair lay Missy's hat, bright with ribbons and roses, just as Missy had laid it there on the night before she left her home. Mrs. Falconer's lips quivered as she looked about the room, and tears came to her eyes.
"Are you sure you didn't make most of it up?" Young Doc knew well Missy's strain of romanticism. But she strove to convince him that, for once, she was by way of being a realist. "She despises him. She can't bear to go on with it. She can't stand it another hour. I heard her say so myself." Young Doc, crunching her shoulder bones worse than ever, breathed hard, but said nothing.
"Then you have had rather a dark time of it at home here, have you, Vingo? have been rather lonely?" "Yes, 'deed it has, massa Harry; I 'fraid sometimes dat I lose my self-complexion entirely, and I tinks you not find so much ob me left, if it not for missy's bright light, dat shine along de way.
"That's just what Mrs Gilmour says I am," observed the Captain, bowing between his chuckles. "You must let me introduce myself. I don't need anybody to introduce you, ma'am; for I'm sure from your sweet soft voice alone that you are little missy's mother. She and I, you know, are sworn friends!"
The most picturesque scenery she knew was at Rocky Ford; it was far from the place where the melons grow, but water, a ford and rocks were there, and it had always shone in that prairie land and in Missy's eyes as a haunt of nymphs, water-babies, the Great Spirit, and Nature's poetics generally the Great Spirit was naturally associated with its inevitable legendary Indian love story.
At supper she was still somewhat bitterly ruminating her failings. "Missy, you're not eating your omelet," adjured her mother. Missy's eyes came back from space. "I was just wondering " then she broke off. "Yes, dear," encouraged mother. Missy's hazy thoughts took a sudden plunge, direct and startling. "I was wondering if, maybe, you'd give me an old pair of father's trousers."
Genevieve pressed a paper-wad into Arthur's hand, whispered and giggled some more. And then, to Missy's horror, Arthur took surreptitious but careful aim with the wad. It landed squarely on old Mrs. Lemon's ear, causing a "Blessed be the Lo " to part midway in scandalized astonishment. Missy herself was scandalized. Of course old Mrs.
The pronoun him she used as a reminder of her intimacy with Nekhludoff. Kolosoff went on in a loud voice and lively manner to give the contents of the article against trial by jury which had aroused his indignation. Missy's cousin, Michael Sergeivitch, endorsed all his statements, and related the contents of another article in the same paper.
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