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Some have had sandwiches and chocolate and some kind of candy, and some have had ice cream and cake and candy; some have had let me see cake and lemonade and fruit, but the third thing is generally some kind of candy." "Do you remember what Uncle David sent us last week?" Mrs. Black asked Nettie. "The maple sugar? Oh, yes, but would it be nice to have just little chunks of maple sugar?"
Of course it sounded better than the banjo, but you got to have the voice with that song if you're meaning to do any crooked work. Nettie was much taken with it even so, and Wilbur played it another way. What he said was that it was another school of interpretation. It seemed to have its points with him, though he favoured the first school, he said, because of a certain almost rugged fidelity.
True, she lingered a moment over a book of engravings, and to kiss a little statuette of "Prayer," but she thought she had done it all so nicely, and a little word of praise would have made her so happy. It was hard, when she had done her best, to have only fault-findings. At a very critical stage of affairs in the pastry-making, Nettie Blynn knocked at the side door.
Missy, visioning the seductive scene of Tess's description, did not notice her aunt's sarcasm. "If only we had a butler!" she murmured dreamily. Aunt Nettie made as if to speak again, but caught an almost imperceptible signal from her sister. "Surely, Mary," she began, "you don't mean to say you're " Another almost imperceptible gesture.
Talking was going on roundly too, as well as hammering, and Nettie drew near and stood a few minutes without any one noticing her. She was not in a hurry to interrupt the work nor to tell her errand; she waited. Barry saw her first, but ungraciously would not speak to her nor for her.
Fred himself perhaps, if he could escape from the rigid guardianship he was under; or was that miraculous Australian Nettie a little witch, who had spirited the whole party in a nutshell over the seas? Never was man delivered from a burden with a worse grace than was Dr Rider; and the matter had not mended in these twenty-four hours.
What do you think?" The laugh at Jennie Stone's sally really cleared the room, for the warning bell for supper sounded almost immediately. Heavy and Nettie, and all who did not belong in the quartette room, departed.
"'He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities, the chastisement of our peace was upon him. He has made peace; he is the Prince of Peace; he will give it to you, father." There was a long silence. Mr. Mathieson never stirred. Nor Nettie, hardly. The words were true of her, "He that believeth shall not make haste." She waited, looking at him.
Gabbitas, with a certain mystery behind his glasses, had promised to see what he could do for me, and she wanted to keep him up to that promise. I half consented, and then my desire for Nettie took hold of me. I told my mother I wasn't going to church, and set off about eleven to walk the seventeen miles to Checkshill.
"Then we must part," said Nettie, with the eyes of a woman one strikes in the face. I nodded assent. . . . There was a little pause, and then I stood up. We stood up, all three. We parted almost sullenly, with no more memorable words, and I was left presently in the arbor alone. I do not think I watched them go. I only remember myself left there somehow horribly empty and alone.
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