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To Mary she added: "The old castle must wait for another time, I think when Joan is here." Mittie cast a questioning look, and Mary said, in explanation: "Only an old ruin a few miles off. We meant to have an excursion there this afternoon." Mittie loved excursions, and could not resist saying so. No notice was taken of this appeal; but somewhat later she overheard a murmured remark from Mrs.
She went to Mittie, and made one more attempt in that direction, ending, as she expected, unsuccessfully. "It really is my turn, you know, Mittie, dear." "Your turn? What! because I went to that silly tea last week? As if the two things could be compared!" Mittie ran to the glass to inspect herself.
Mittie, the spoilt younger sister, always had had her own way, and always insisted on having it. She would insist now, and would have it, as usual. That Mittie would go was indeed a foregone conclusion, and Joan had known it from the first. The question was could she go too?
Ferris. I knew her long before you came here. She wants you for the day? Well, one of you can go, and the other must stay with me. You've got to take turns. That is only reasonable. Mittie went last time, so it is your turn now." But Mittie never cared about turns. "I suppose you couldn't for once just once, Grannie, dear spare us both together?"
Three years before this date they had been left orphaned and destitute, and had come to their grandmother's home a comfortable and charming little country house, and, in their circumstances, a very haven of refuge, but, still, a trifle dull for two young girls. Mittie often complained of its monotony.
It was sufficiently irritating to see Ben go through an exhaustive exhibition of his accomplishments under the admiring glances of Mittie, but when he condescended to ask her to skate, and even offered to teach her some new figures, Joe's irritation rose to ire. In vain he tried to catch her eye; she was laughing and clinging to Ben and giving all her attention to his instructions.
Joe and Mittie, left alone, looked at each other in dazed rapture. She was the first to recover. "Joe!" she cried, moving timidly towards him, "ain't you mad? Do you still want me?" Joe, with both hands entangled in her veil and his feet lost in her train, looked down at her through swimming eyes. "Want yer?" he repeated, and his lips trembled, "gee whiz!
He had engaged a boatman to do it in his stead. Mary would still go, and though Mittie proudly said it did not matter, she wouldn't in the least mind being alone, Mary only smiled and held to her intention. But long before this stage of proceedings everybody was tired Mary and Mittie especially, the one of entertaining, the other of being entertained.
Amy had gone to bed and he and Anne had dined alone with the flare of candles between them, and the rest of the room in pleasant shadow. And then their coffee had been served, and Aunt Mittie, his housekeeper, had asked if there was anything else, and had withdrawn, and he had risen and had walked round to Anne's place and had laid his hands on her shoulders.
She's a good business woman. Nobody denies that, but what will she present to her Maker when she stands before Him at the bar of judgment. And what are the words which she will hear?" "Couldn't any of us guess that." Miss Mittie Muncaster went up to the grate and put on a large lump of coal.
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