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At last, off flew the arrow; and in a second, the sharp point pierced the little girl's bare arm. Dora groaned aloud with pain. The arrow fell to the ground; it had not penetrated deep enough to hold at all; but the blood followed, and trickled along her arm and hand, and down upon her dress. At this sight Dora forgot her pain in her fear. Her first thought was, "How Aunt Ninette will scold!"
Betsy’s eyes glowed, but she looked down unconcernedly at the pretty gown. “Don’t spec it fit me. An’ you know Miss T’rèse ain’t gwine let me go flyin’ roun’ wid my laigs stickin’ out dat away.” “I’ll let the ruffle down, Betsy,” eagerly proposed Ninette. “Betsy!” called Thérèse a little impatiently. “Yas, ’um I ben waitin’ fu’ de cups.”
So Dora went up upon the tips of her toes as quietly as a mouse, and the Major's ring could scarcely be heard, he pulled the bell so gently! Generally Aunt Ninette opened the door herself, saying, "Come in, come in, dear brother! Very softly, if you please, for you know your brother-in-law is busy at work." So the three moved noiselessly along the corridor and crept into the sitting room.
"It will do this thin little creature a world of good too, this trip to Switzerland," he continued. "She must drink plenty of milk, lots of milk." "We have decided to leave Dora behind," remarked Aunt Ninette drily. "As you please; it is your affair, Mrs.
Well, then, don't laugh at my loquacity again! because I'm going to say something else. . . . Come over here, Phil; no close to me. I wish to put my hands on your shoulders; like that. Now look at me! Do you really love me?" "Sure thing, Ninette." "And you know I adore you; don't you?" "Madly, dear, but I forgive you." "No; I want you to be serious. Because I'm pretty serious.
Uncle Titus' study was the very next room, so that the conversation was carried on almost in whispers, but it must be said Major Falk was less liable to forget the necessary caution against disturbing the learned writer than Aunt Ninette herself, for that lady being oppressed with many cares and troubles had always to break into frequent lamentation.
The children were indeed jubilant, and they decided to organize a feast in honor of Uncle Titus and Aunt Ninette, a feast more brilliant than any that had ever before made the shades of the garden glow with splendor. That night Dora went up to her little room for the last time, for the next morning she was to move over to the other house.
But the latter had been inexorable. If he continued in his defiance, then ruin must inevitably come to him. Blanche and Enid had already returned, and at dusk all four sat down to dinner together with little Ninette, for whom "Aunt Enid" had brought a new doll which had given the child the greatest delight.
I drove close to the east side of the road, which was the Quincy side, and as I passed the entrance to Amélie's court I called to Père to come out and get Ninette and the cart. I then climbed out and left the turn-out there.
The young Ninette had extended herself in an easy chair, in an attitude of graceful abandonment, the earnest brown eyes looking eagerly out from under a tangle of auburn hair, and resting with absorbed admiration upon her father, whose words and movements she followed with unflagging attentiveness.
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