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But Missy never mentioned Poppy's gift of second sight; she knew the old people would only laugh. Now she cuddled Poppy in her lap, and with a sense of companionship, enjoyed the landscape of silvered loveliness and peace. A sort of sad enjoyment, but pleasantly sad. Occasionally she sighed, but it was a sigh of deep content.
De fus' robber den made a bolt ter get away, but de cap'n's men cotch 'im. 'Tie his han's 'hind his back, an' shoot him if he tries to run agin, said de cap'n; den he say to Missy Roberta: 'Go in your moder's room. Don't leave it without my permission.
No, I'll be very lonesome here but I will not send for Beryl. We'll get along someway. If I only were not rich, everything would go all right, wouldn't it, Mr. Harkness?" "Well, I don't just get your meaning but I will. And I guess so, Missy. And now what do you say to a bite of breakfast fetched hot from the kitchen to your own sunny room?"
"Then you must be lonely," the old blacksmith said, taking Norah's small brown hand, and holding it for a moment in his horny fist very much as if he feared it were an eggshell, and not to be dropped. "Master Jim's growing a big fellow, too goin' to be as big a man as his father, I believe. Well, good-bye, missy, and don't forget to come in next time you're in the township."
Rounding the corner of the back walk with the perambulator, she collided with the grocer-boy. He was a nice-mannered boy, picking up the Anthology and Baby's doll from the ground, and handing them to her with a charming smile. Besides, he had very bright, sparkling eyes. Missy fancied he must be some lost Prince, and inwardly resolved to make up, as soon as alone, a story to this effect.
You had best let Orion jump off this morning, 'cos he's tired. I'll talk to him all about widing to-morrow. Let him get down now, p'ease, big man." "Not until he has been twice round the circus," said Uncle Ben. "You stand aside, missy, or Greased Lightning may tread on you." But Diana was not to be so easily restrained. She now flew up to Uncle Ben and tried to pull his big whip from his hand.
"Yes, Massa Edward," replied Pablo, taking hold of Edward's wrist, "you quite right. Pablo does love Missy Alice, Missy Edith, Massa Humphrey, and you, Massa Edward; he love you all very much indeed; he love you so much that he die for you! Can do no more." "That is what I really thought of you, Pablo, and yet I am glad to hear it from your own mouth.
"For Heaven's sake!" commented Aunt Nettie again. "It sounds vague; very vague," said father. Was he smiling or frowning? he had such a queer look in his eyes. But, as he left the table, he paused behind her chair and laid a very gentle hand on her hair. "Like to go out for a spin in the car?" But mother declined for her swiftly. "No, Missy must work on her thesis this evening."
Me sure dat de ole gentleman and de ole missy pretty nigh turn in deir grabe at de thought ob all de hands they was so kind to sold away. "Dat de curse of slabery, sar. Me trabel a good deal, and me tink dat no working people in de world are so merry and happy as de slabe in a plantation wid a good massa and missy. Dey not work so hard as de white man.
And then everything became visible again, but in a magically beautiful way; it was now like a picture from a fairy-tale. Indeed, this was the hour when your belief in fairies was most apt to return to you. The locusts began to sing. They sang loudly. And grandma kept up her chatter. But within Missy everything seemed to become very quiet. Suddenly she felt sad, a peculiar, serene kind of sadness.
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