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But Phineas' spirit soared blithely above his circumstances. He even encouraged Myrtella in her tirade against him, spurring her on to fresh effort, as the monks of old! courted flagellation. "That's right, Sis!" he urged, "you git it all out of your system. I says to the lady next door, I says, what I need is a dressing down from my good sister.
But it is a subject in which you are doubtless equally interested?" Noah started to reply, but realizing that the company was looking at him, forgot what he was going to say and bowed instead. At this juncture the thing of all others that Miss Lady dreaded, occurred. Donald Morley was announced by Myrtella in tones whose accents implied that nothing could now prevent the ice cream from giving out.
"They've come to stay a week!" she announced, sinking wearily on the top step and casting a desperate glance at the closed shutters of the guest room above. "And it's Friday, and Mr. Gooch will be here to supper. Do you see how we are ever going to hold out?" "I ain't!" declared Myrtella, spanking a fly into eternity with deadly precision. "I'm sick and tired of company.
"Let 'em call," said Myrtella, to whom these comparisons of past places were replete with interest. "It's just Miss Hattie; if she's got anything worth sayin', she can come down and say it." It was evidently worth saying, for a moment later, a thin, sharp- featured girl of fourteen thrust her head in at the door. "Myrtella, I told you I wanted that white dress fixed.
He is sound asleep by this time. He won't know anything until it is all over." Then as another cry brought Myrtella to her feet, Miss Lady added, "Please, Myrtella, don't be so frightened. Those cries come from the floor below." Myrtella shook off her hand impatiently. "How long have they been gone? Why didn't you tell me they was going to keep him hours and hours?"
He wasn't Chick then. He was just somethin' that belonged to a devil. Then he growed to be Chick, and all my hate turned to love, and now God's gittin' even, I knowed He would! He wouldn't let him live now, just to spite me!" "Myrtella!" Miss Lady's voice commanded indignantly. "Don't you dare say such things! Who knows but this very minute God's giving Chick back to you?
I've ate a little of everything in my day, but I'm skeered to risk my digestion on Deuteronomies and Psa'ms!" "Well, you needn't come beggin' 'round here, and trackin' in the mud," announced Myrtella firmly. "I'm done with you! You had just as good a chance to get on as me. I never ast favors of nobody; I went to work an' hustled.
She belonged to the order of Cooks Militant, and she had long since won her spurs. Among the things which Myrtella in her sweeping condemnation of life in general disapproved, none loomed larger than her brother and his family.
Miss Hattie 'd be having indigestion inside a week, an' Bertie 'd git the croup, an' you'd have every female Queerington that could buy a railroad ticket comin' an' settin' down on you!" "But what can we do, Myrtella? I tell you the money is giving out!" "Do? I'll tell you what we can do. We can board the company!
Give me that there plate to pour the candy in." "Look, 'Telia, what Chick traded me!" Myrtella cast a side glance at Bertie's extended palm, and promptly rescinded the deal. "Ain't you ashamed of yourself, Chick Flathers! Tradin' a little fellow's fine marbles fer them comman allies? It's cheatin', that's what it is, it's stealin'! Ain't you ashamed?"
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