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Sea-flower, who was bathing her mother's temples, observing what the negro was about, was at a loss to account for his movements; but knowing he disliked to be questioned upon points touching his judgment, she humored him by letting him have his own way, till finally, he peered into his mistress's face, and in a voice scarcely above a whisper, said, "Dar, missy, de rest ob us am safe! he no cotch any more dis time!"
And, curiously, she felt not at all embarrassed. Yet she was glad that, back there in the lot, she was screened by the big barn from probably critical eyes. But Gypsy made an unexpected dart into the barn-door, through the barn, and out into the yard, before Missy realized the capricious creature's intent.
Hab to git up afore breakfast to speak dat word in season for dinner," chuckled Cyd. "You are called Cyd for short, as I am Dan. There is nothing bad about the word." "It's a very good name, Cyd," added Lily. "Goshus! If you say so, Missy Lily, it's all right. If it suits de fair seck, it suits me," said Cyd, shaking his fat sides with satisfaction.
King is going to send him 'cross the water on some gran' business, to pay him for 't; and Missy Rosy wants his wife to be 'spectable out there 'mong strangers." Henriet proved good-natured and unassuming, and, with occasional patronage from Tulee, she was generally able to keep her little boat in smooth water. When she had been there a few months Mr. King enclosed to Mrs.
Harper, who, with a bun stuck on the end of his long stick, had coaxed Bruin up to the very top of the tree. There the creature swayed awkwardly, his four unwieldy paws planted together, and his great mouth silently snapping at the cakes. Agatha could hardly help laughing; she, as well as the children, was so much amused at the monster. "Mr. Harper, give Missy your cane.
"Well," explained Tess, "you see Beula and Beth and Kitty all want cake for their share they say their mothers won't be bothered with anything else. We're dividing the menu up between us, you know." "I see. And what have you allotted to Missy?" Missy herself found courage to answer this question; Mother's grave inquiries were bringing her intense relief.
Can't I have them? Please, Uncle Felix!" she cried, both hands around his shirt collar in supplication. "Take 'em all, missy," shouted Sam. Then, turning to Felix: "They belonged to an actor who hired half of my studio and left them to pay for his rent, which they didn't do, not by a long chalk, and Oh, here's another hat and, oh, such a lovely old cloak!
She had received her mother's last admonition, her father's last banter, Aunt Nettie's last anxious peck at her sash, and was just lifting her foot to the surrey step when suddenly she said: "Oh!" "What is it?" asked mother. "Forgotten something?" Missy had forgotten something. But how, with mother's inquiring eyes upon her, and father's and Aunt Nettie's and Mrs.
Then he muttered, in a low tone: "Don't fear, little Missy." As they waded deeper and deeper into the lake, following as she supposed the track by which the wagons had come to the island, Ruth was more than a little frightened. Yet she would not show Roberto it was so. Once she whispered to him: "I can swim, Roberto." "Good!
So, after supper, Missy took tablet and pencil once more to the summerhouse. It was unusually beautiful out there just the kind of evening to harmonize with her uplifted mood. Day was ending in still and brilliant serenity. The western sky an immensity of benign light, and draped with clouds of faintly tinted gauze. "Another day is dying," Missy began to write; then stopped.
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