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Not that she disapproved of Mittie receiving attention; on the contrary, it was her oft-repeated boast that "Mittie had been keepin' company with the boys ever since she was six, and she 'spected she'd keep right on till she was sixty." It was not attention in the abstract that she objected to, it was rather the threatening of "a steady," and that steady, the big, awkward, shy Joe Ridder.
How long did you go to school?" "Me? Oh, off and on 'bout two year. The old man was always poorly, and Maw, she had to work out, till me an' the boys done got big enough to work. 'Fore that I had to stay home and mind the kids. Don't I talk like other fellers, Mittie?" "You talk better than some," said Mittie loyally. After he left her, Joe reviewed the matter carefully.
An unexpected run on the tin savings bank at the Ridders' had caused a temporary embarrassment, and by the closest calculation Joe could do no better than pay for two entrance-tickets and hire one pair of skates. He therefore found it necessary to develop a sprained ankle, which grew rapidly worse as they neared the rink. "I don't think you orter skate on it, Joe!" said Mittie sympathetically.
He doesn't like Saint John and calls him a meddlesome monkey of a minister. Now he's sick, I'll take him a bunch of lilacs and tell him the meddlesome monkey's minister has sent him some flowers and hopes he soon gets onto his feet again. "Mittie Cole is another that needs some fire on her head.
As though she had been bee-stung, Mittie May flung up her head. She arched her neck and pranced with all four of her feet. She spun about, scattering those of the pedestrian classes who hemmed her so closely in. Unmindful of a sudden anxious command from her rider, she swung her foreparts this way and that. She was looking for it. It must be directly hereabouts somewhere.
She had given her heart to Fred, and she indulged in many a secret dream for the future while pursuing her little round of daily duties, and bearing patiently with the spoilt and wayward Mittie. And now this had come! this intimation of Fred's arrival, and the chance of a long delightful day with him a day on which so much might hang!
Cump Glass had done his fiendish work well; those straps strained, but they held. "Name of Glory!" shouted out the observer. "He done tie hisse'f on! He done tie hisse'f " Overcome he choked. With a great sweeping, swooping heave Mittie May made the last leap.
Ben learnt me?" she asked. "Naw," said Joe. "Does yer foot hurt you, Joe?" "Naw," said Joe. Mittie was too versed in masculine moods to press the subject. She waited until they were out under the starlight in the clear stretch of common near home. Then she slipped her hand through his arm and said coaxingly "Say now, Joe, what you kickin' 'bout?" "Him," said Joe comprehensively. "Mr. Ben?
From the window, as she attended to her grandmother's wants, she had a glimpse of Mittie, running gaily down the garden, in her pretty white frock, carrying an open Japanese parasol in one hand, while from the other dangled her hat and a small basket of flowers. "Oh, Mittie, I wouldn't have done it to you if you had cared as I do!" she breathed.
Now, Mittie, I am going to ask you a question, and I want a clear answer. Will you tell me frankly did Joan wish to stay at home to-day, and to send you in her stead?" Mittie was so subdued that she had no spirit for a fight. "No," came in a whisper. "I she she wanted awfully to come. And I wouldn't stay at home. And Grannie didn't like to spare us both." "Ah, I see!" Mrs.
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