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Her nimble fingers flew, but still her basket did not fill up as rapidly as she desired, so she kept wandering here and there to search for better places, instead of picking contentedly and steadily as Daisy did. Rob followed Nan, for her energy suited him better than his cousin's patience, and he too was anxious to have the biggest and best berries for Marmar.
"Was he?" asked Gilian gloomily. "Well, he was not like the Cornal or the General. They were real soldiers and have seen tremendous wars." "I daresay," said Nan, "but no more than my father. I cannot but wonder at you; with the chance to be a soldier like my father or or the General, being willing to sit at home pretending or play-acting it in school or "
But Auntie Nan did not look at him. She was working a lamb on a sampler, and she reached over the frame to take something out of a drawer and hand it to him. It was a medallion of a young child a boy, with long fair curls like a girl's, and a face like sunshine. "Was it father, Auntie?" "Yes; a French painter who came ashore with Thurlot painted it for grandfather." Philip laid it on the table.
"Let me tell the children where to find me. Sandy and Billy are on post at the telescope. They wouldn't leave it even for luncheon." With that she vanished, and husband and wife were alone. "You must go, Gerald," she sobbed "I know it, but isn't there some way? Won't Captain Dade send more men with you?" "If he did, Nan, they'd only hamper me with horses that drag behind. Be brave, little woman.
I was just wishing that we were not going back to the village but were going to spend our winter together amid the snows." Nan's suggestion was so surprising that everybody stared at her for one, almost two minutes before Betty spoke. "Very well, Nan, let's stay," she returned, as though making a perfectly ordinary remark.
He turned away from her as if she were as actually the outside shell of herself as he was of himself. They were mechanical agents in a too terrible world. But he called back to her: "Nan, I've told her." She was at his side, hoping for more, perhaps a touch of his hand. "Anne. I got word to her somehow. She understood." "Was she " Nan paused. "Yes," said Raven. "But it's over done."
And he had by no means escaped yet. Wasn't Anne inexorably by his side now, when he turned for an instant from the problem of Tira, saying noiselessly, this invisible force that was Anne: "What are you going to do about my last wish, my last command? You are thinking about Nan, about that strange woman, about yourself. Think about me."
"Then I'm going to be the ring-master and crack a big whip and wear big boots!" cried Freddie. "I do hope papa will be home for Christmas," sighed Nan, for Mr. Bobbsey's business trip, in relation to lumber matters, had kept him away from home longer than expected. "I have good news for you, children," said Mrs. Bobbsey, coming into the room just then with a letter.
She pushed back the shady hat in which she had traveled, and seated herself afresh on her nurse's knee. "How do my kisses feel?" she asked, breathing a very soft one on each of the old woman's cheeks. "Eh, dear," said the nurse, "they're like fresh cream and strawberries." "Well, you shall have six more if you tell me what your fears were." Nurse looked admiringly back at Nan.
While it was well enough and useful enough that Nan should go on with her present mode of life, they both had a wider outlook, and though with the excuse of her youthfulness they had put off her departure as long as possible, still almost without any discussion it was decided that she must enter the medical school to go through with its course of instruction formally, and receive its authority to practice her profession.
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