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"But you can give me leave, Paulie, darling, can you not?" "I can't do anything of the sort; you mustn't ask me." Pen's eyes danced. The children on the sands called out to her. "Be quick, little girl, or we'll be cotched. If nurse comes out she won't let us go. We can go if we start at once." "Well, I'm off. You must give me leave, Paulie. If you don't I will "
Penelope looked round at her and then deliberately raised her voice. "I see'd such a very, very funny thing!" "What is it, Pen? Why are you teasing your sister?" said Miss Tredgold. "I aren't!" cried Penelope. "I are telling her something what she ought to know. It is about something I Shall I go on, Paulie?" "No; you make my head ache. Aunt Sophy, may I go in and lie down?" "Certainly, my dear.
"And if you don't come with us I want to do it, dear; and I rather think that my will is stronger than yours." "But if it kills me?" "It won't do that, Paulie. You will feel bad, and, oh! as though somebody had crushed you; but you won't die. There's only one way out." Pauline was silent. "It is quite an easy way," continued Nancy.
She rushed to her side, threw her arms round her, and hugged her over and over again. "Come," said the farmer, "it's a bit of something to eat she wants; then to go upstairs and share your bed with you, Nance. And in the morning, why, I am at her service." "Yes, that's what you do want, isn't it, Paulie?" said Nancy. Pauline nodded. She felt almost incapable of speaking.
Then Nancy, accompanied by Briar and Patty, Becky and Amy, and the two boys, Jack and Tom, assembled round the seat where Pauline had placed herself. "It is your turn, Paulie," said Nancy. "You are queen of to-night, for it is the night following your birthday. Come, queen, take your throne." "I am sick of thrones," answered Pauline. But Nancy took her hand.
She had hoped against hope that Miss Tredgold would be impressed by seeing her gallop past in an elegant habit on a smart horse. "Oh, Nancy!" said Pauline, "don't let us talk about ponies and things of that sort now; I am in great, great trouble." "I must say I'm rather glad," said Nancy. "You know, Paulie, you are in some ways perfectly horrid.
The hour has arrived when your own Nancy, vulgar as she is, can lend you a helping hand. Listen." "What?" said Pauline. "Jump up, Paulie; take my hand, and you and I together will walk out through that wicket-gate, and go back through the dear old Forest to The Hollies, and spend the day at my home.
It is silly to make a mystery of it." "But she will make me tell her how I did it." "Well?" "I daren't tell her that. I daren't even tell you." "What am I to think, Paulie?" "Anything you like. You are my own sister, and you must not betray me. But she must never know. Can't you think of something to get me out of this? Oh, dear! what is to be done?" Verena shook her head.
Why should you talk to us like that?" asked Patty. "Why shouldn't we say exactly what we like?" "You mustn't tell 'cos of Paulie. She is ill more ill than you think. She mustn't be punished, nor fretted, nor teased, nor worrited. If you tell it will worrit her, so you mustn't tell. Why do you want to tell? You have kept it dark a long time now." "Because we are unhappy," said Patty then.
But you always think yourself that. And how is Miss Pauline?" "Paulie?" said Penelope. "She's bad." "Bad!" echoed nurse. "Yes, all-round bad," said Penelope. As she spoke she formed her mouth into a round O, and looked with big eyes at nurse. "The seaside didn't agree with her," said Pen. "Nor does the fuss, nor the petting, nor the nice food, nor anything else of that sort.
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