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"Would you have supposed that Nannie, Nannie, of all people! would have had the courage to do such a thing?" he said, nervously; it occurred to him that if he could keep the conversation on Nannie's act, perhaps that that name could be avoided. "Think of the mere courage of it, to say nothing of its criminality." "She didn't know she was doing wrong." "No; of course not.
She was led into the room; the gentlemen were all assembled, the table was glittering with lights, glass, and silver; the room was also brilliant; and at first, Nannie was a little surprised.
Then, still holding her skirt over her arm, she went alone, in the darkness, up the path to her back door. "No! I don't want anybody to go home with me," she said, angrily; "look after things here. Notify Mr. Ferguson. I'll come back." When she banged open her own door, she had only one question: "Is Nannie all right?"
He might be who and what he would. He was giving another ten years of renewed life to the dear old Druid and the continuance of a comfortable home to his old Nannie. They talked a great deal up at Little Bethel of a "change of heart." Perhaps such things really took place, though Bridget Evanwy from a shrewd appraisement of the Welsh nature doubted it.
"I want you to read it when you are all alone. Then tear it up. It must always be just between you and me, Nannie." Nannie read the letter in the lunch hour. She got her lunch at a cafeteria and there was a rest room. It was very quiet and she had a corner to herself. She wondered what Mary had to say to her, and why she didn't talk it out instead of writing about it.
She clutched at the big hand and clung to it. "No," Mrs. Maitland said, dryly; "I don't think anything has happened to him." Mrs. Richie had the grace to blush. "Of course I meant Blair and Nannie, too," she murmured. "You never thought of 'em!" Mrs. Maitland said, chuckling; "now you must have some supper." They were in the midst of it when a note came from Mr.
It had been long aboard for the purpose of supplying milk to the captain and his wife. The peak hatch had been off, and Nannie, accustomed to go wherever she pleased, strayed into the darkness and tumbled down. The incident stopped all work for a time, and created a lot of good-humoured chaff.
Nurse Nannie and Rosamond appeared at the nursery door, and were instructed to fall in line behind the others. Then Sarah, the waitress, was discovered, looking on from the dining-room, and she, too, was told to march. At last Mr. and Mrs. Maynard appeared, laughing at this invasion of their morning nap.
Nannie shook her little blond head. At which the others burst into a shrill chorus: "'Fraid-cat! 'fraid-cat! 'fraid-cat!" Nannie smiled placidly; it never occurred to her to deny such an obviously truthful title. "Blair," she said, continuing a conversation interrupted by Elizabeth's determination to climb, "Blair, why do you say things that make Mamma mad? What's the sense?
Maria Hobson knocked and opened Jane Coop's door, who rose and came quickly towards her; and as her grace's maid involuntarily glanced round the room, old Nannie peered over her shoulder with the hope of seeing her young mistress in the corridor. "Isn't she here?" "My young lady? No; she's dancing." She paused, and put out her hand. "Isn't she dancing? Isn't she?"
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