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Updated: May 28, 2025
She must say it out loud. The city the city to the city of streets and houses and men and wonders upon wonders! Olivicia had come in the capacity of calm listener; for nothing excited Olivicia. "I," Aunt Olivia had said, but Aunt Olivia usually said "I." There was no discouragement in that to Rebecca Mary. It did not for a moment occur to her that "I" did not mean "we."
For several minutes she stood there stooped over painfully, gazing down into the cof the bureau drawer, wherein lay peaceful Olivicia. She was saying good-bye in her heart she never said it aloud. "Dear," very softly indeed, "you are sure you understand? Everybody has to grow up, dear. It it hurts, but you have to. I mean I'VE got to. I wouldn't so soon if it wasn't for my legs.
If she had not been Rebecca Mary, she would have danced about the room. "Oh, I'm so relieved, Olivicia!" she laughed, softly. "If they're not up here, THEY'RE DOWN THERE. They've got to be somewhere. They're in that valise valise vali-i-ise!" Rebecca Mary had never been to a city, and within her remembrance Aunt Olivia had never been.
An odd thing happened but Olivicia never told. Why should she publish abroad that she had lain there and seen Aunt Olivia bend once bend twice over Rebecca Mary and kiss her? Softly, patiently, very wearily, Aunt Olivia went in and out. The things she brought out in her arms she folded carefully and packed, but not in the lank old valise.
When the time was up she did not sigh, but she had had rather a good time. How many mud pies she HADN'T made in all those years that were to end today! Olivicia and the little white cat went to the tea party. Rebecca Mary thought of inviting Aunt Olivia she got as far as the porch steps, but no farther. She caught a glimpse of her own legs and shrank back sensitively.
Olivicia had existed so short a time comparatively it might not have been as difficult if there had always been an Olivicia. "Or it might have been harder," Rebecca Mary said. She went towards that article with reluctant feet. But it had to come. The bureau drawer was all ready.
She was eager and smiling, as though something pleasant were at the end of the peering and stooping and feeling. Aunt Olivia was hunting for a key. The Plummer Kind The doll's name was Olivicia. Rebecca Mary had evolved the name from her inner consciousness and her intense gratitude to Aunt Olivia and the minister's wife.
I've been waiting for it to come. Olivicia, seems as if I'd been waiting a thousan' years. You're so young, you've only lived such little while, of course I don't expect you understand the deep-downness inside o' me when I think " The address fluttered and came to a standstill here.
Rebecca Mary was suddenly minded that Olivicia was in the dark; must be enlightened before she could smile understandingly. "Why, you poor dear! why, you don't know what it is that's coming and that's near to! It's the city, Olivicia," enlightened Rebecca Mary, gently, to insure against shock. "Aunt Olivia's going to the city."
Greater compliment than this Rebecca Mary could not have paid the minister's wife. "Olivicia," she had placed the being on the sill of the attic window, stood confronting, addressing it: "Olivicia, it's coming it is very near to! Sit there and listen and smile oh yes, smile, SMILE. I don't wonder! I would too, only I'm too glad. When you're TOO glad you can't smile.
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