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Not that she felt at all sentimental toward Arthur. Arthur "went with" Genevieve Hicks, a girl whom Missy privately deemed frivolous and light-minded. Besides Missy herself was, at this time, interested in Raymond Bonner, the handsomest boy in "the crowd." Missy liked good looks they appealed to the imagination or something.
But the service gradually wore through. Now they were at the "come forward and sit at the feet of Jesus." To-night grandpa and grandma didn't do that; they merely knelt in the pew with bowed heads. So Missy also knelt with bowed head. She was by this time in a state difficult to describe; a quivering jumble of excitement, eagerness, timidity, fear, hope, and exaltation...
"Wouldn't it be grand," she murmured dreamily, "to live in England?" "Yes grand," murmured Missy in response. "Everything's so so baronial over there." Baronial! as always, Tess had hit upon the exact word. Missy sighed again. She had always loved Cherryvale, always been loyal to it; but no one could accuse Cherryvale of being "baronial."
"Oh! It's Estralla!" she exclaimed, and ran back to the entry. "It's Estralla! Oh! I'm so glad!" she said. "Don' you be skeered, Missy Sylvia," said Estralla valiantly. "Dis yere man cyan't take you off'n sell you." "All Estralla can think of is that somebody is going to be carried off and sold," Sylvia said, turning to Mr. Doane, who stood by looking very serious.
The ayah put the last touches to Beatrice Cary's golden hair, drew back a little to judge the general effect, and then handed her mistress the handglass. "Is that well so, missy?" she asked. "Missy look wonderful to-night wonderful!" Beatrice examined herself carefully and critically, without any show of impatience.
"And what can I do?" said Peter, sympathetically, if very much at sea. "Missy wants to see you before she goes. It's only a child's wish, sir, and you needn't trouble about it. But I had to promise her I'd come and ask you. I hope it's no offence?" "No." Peter rose, and, passing to the next room, took his hat, and the two went into the street together.
We are not clever enough, either of us. Peter now " "Oh, is Peter a magician?" said Tessa, with shining eyes. "Peter, dear Peter," turning to him ecstatically as he appeared with a box in which to imprison her darling, "do you think you could possibly teach my little Scooter to talk?" Peter smiled all over his bronze countenance. "Missy sahib, only the Holy Ones can do that," he said.
I" her voice shook and sank almost to a whisper "I am glad that you care for me." At this moment a curtain was hastily swung aside and Lily appeared. "Missy, the mem-sahib asking for you now; please to come quickly," and with a swift glance at her "missy" obeyed; the purdah fell heavily behind her slim, white figure and Shafto was alone.
"Notin, missy, only Cyd done drink too much whiskey, and get drunk dat's all." Even Lily laughed when she realized that her friend Cyd was in no danger of dying in the bad fit which had attacked him; she laughed at his strange actions and his silly expressions; they all laughed for a time, but there was something very serious in the occasion.
Ucatella, who had dogged Christopher about four hours without a word, now took his hand, and said, "My child, missy wants us; come on;" and so led him unresistingly. The drivers, flogging like devils, cursing like troopers, and yelling like hyenas gone mad, tried to get the wagon off; but it was fast as a rock.
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