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"And, besides, we are going to drop Henderson at a sick parishioner's on the way," he said, with a naughty glance at her. "I met him starting to the livery stable just now and stopped him." Molly's face cleared. She met his eyes with insouciance, but, somehow, one felt all at once that she liked him better. Mr. Henderson came out with a satchel and climbed in.
Once or twice these memories were so vivid as almost to overpower her. She slipped away from the company, and kept in the background as much as possible without seeming to slight any one. The guests as well were dimly conscious of a slight barrier between Mis' Molly's daughter and themselves.
Now considering that Fred had the doll and the kitten in his lap, and his sister's arms around his neck, it wasn't strange that the little fellow didn't run. "I'll give you ten dollars for this boy," said the great man, unwinding Molly's arms, and picking fat Fred up, and thrusting him like a roll of cotton batting under his arm. Molly screamed and and well she woke.
By the time Morley had mechanically fulfilled these commands, Marcia Lowe had decided, from the sound of Molly's breathing, that she might safely be left alone, and, cloaked and hooded, joined Martin outside. It was a dreary ride, and the two spoke seldom. "You are to be no coward, Morley," Marcia Lowe had said; "you're to face your future like a man like Sandy's father. He will well understand.
Sara was essentially a good "comrade," as Patrick Lovell had recognized in the old days at Barrow Court, and instinctively Selwyn came to share with her the pin-prick worries that dog a man's footsteps in this vale of woe, learning to laugh at them; and even his apprehensions concerning Molly's ultimate development and welfare were lessened by the knowledge that Sara was at hand.
Jordan repeated his conversation with Maudlin Bates, stating how his plans had suddenly matured on hearing the wood gatherer denounce King and Grandoken. Then he proceeded a little more calmly. "It seems I hadn't been at the side door of Grandoken's shack a minute before Theodore drove up." Molly's hands came together. "Theodore?" she repeated breathlessly.
The next afternoon Katharine and Florence sat on the side piazza of the Hapgood house, Florence in the hammock, Katharine curled up among the cushions of a bamboo lounge, idly stroking the back of Scott, Molly's plump tiger kitten. "Well, Scotty," she was saying caressingly, as she held up the little creature and gazed straight into its yellow eyes, "are you feeling happy in your mind to-day?
He cut some pine boughs to do that with, and so they paid no attention when he cut a small tree. In the mean time we had cleared everything from Molly's cabin but her bed; we wanted her to see the fun.
Edith, whose keen perceptions at once informed her that something was up, took a seat by the window where she could command a good view of the entire proceedings. Adele, looking into Molly's honest, stern eyes, shrank a little and started to rise. "No, I shan't let you go until I have finished," said Molly.
God's things come out of His thoughts; our realities are God's thoughts made manifest in things; and out of them our thoughts must come; then the things that come out of our thoughts will be real. Neither our own fancies, nor the judgments of the world, must be the ground of our theories or behavior. This, at least, was Molly's working theory of life.
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