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She had been driven down by Di and Jenny Plow, who had vanished upstairs and, through the ventilator, might be heard in a lift and fall of giggling. Monona had also been driven from the kitchen where Lulu was, for some reason, hurrying through the dishes. Monona now ran to Mrs. Bett, stood beside her and stared about resentfully. Mrs.
"Give us a kiss," said Ninian, finding in the plural some vague mitigation for some vague offence. Monona, looking silly, complied. And her uncle said my stars, such a great big tall girl they would have to put a board on her head. "What's that?" inquired Monona. She had spied his great diamond ring. "This," said her uncle, "was brought to me by Santa Claus, who keeps a jewellery shop in heaven."
Ninian thought this might have been out of compliment. Ina wished that Monona might have seen, confessed that the last part was so pretty that she herself would not look; and into Ina's eyes came their loveliest light. Lulu sat there, hearing the talk about the play. "Why couldn't I have said that?" she thought as the others spoke.
From Colfax another road led to Grass Valley, Nevada City, and North Bloomfield in Nevada County, and Iowa Hill, Wisconsin Hill, Monona Flat, and Damascus on the Iowa Hill Divide. All these were centers of rich mining districts which were scenes of the greatest activity in the days of their productivity.
Suddenly she found herself facing this honestly, as if the immensity of her present experience were clarifying her understanding: Would it be so awful to be away from Bert and Monona and Di yes, and Ina, for twenty years? "You think that?" he laughed. "A man don't know what he's like till he's roamed around on his own." He liked the sound of it.
"Well, I hope so, for pity sakes," said Mrs. Bett, and left the room with her daughter. Hearing the stir, Monona upstairs lifted her voice: "Mamma! Come on and hear my prayers, why don't you?" When they came downstairs next morning, Lulu had breakfast ready. "Well!" cried Ina in her curving tone, "if this isn't like old times."
Ninian, who was a camper neither by birth nor by adoption, kept offering brightly to help, could think of nothing to do, and presently, bethinking himself of skipping stones, went and tried to skip them on the flowing river. Ina cut her hand opening the condensed milk and was obliged to sit under a tree and nurse the wound. Monona spilled all the salt and sought diligently to recover it.
"Whose dog?" she shrieked. Ninian looked over his shoulder, held out his hand, finished something that he was saying to Lulu. Monona came to him readily enough, staring, loose-lipped. "I'll bet I'm your uncle," said Ninian. Relationship being her highest known form of romance, Monona was thrilled by this intelligence.
Why not all have ice cream...." He was all gentleness and propitiation, the reconciling element in his home. "Me too?" Monona's ardent hope, her terrible fear were in her eyebrows, her parted lips. "You too, certainly." Dwight could not do enough for every one. Monona clapped her hands. "Goody! goody! Last time you wouldn't let me go." "That's why papa's going to take you this time," Ina said.
They were in the dining-room now, all save Di, who was on the porch with Bobby, and Monona, who was in bed and might be heard extravagantly singing. Lulu sat down with her hat on. When Dwight inquired playfully, "Don't we look like company?" she did not reply. He looked at her speculatively. Where had she gone, with whom had she talked, what had she told? Ina looked at her rather fearfully.
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