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"He isn't so very old; and I don't know as I wonder if he does," replied Allie, with an air of great enjoyment in her small gossip. "I should think anybody might like Miss Lou, she's so pretty; and I just believe Mrs. Pennypoker is helping him on. You wait and see." The two girls were sitting alone in the open front door of the Fishers' house, enjoying the late afternoon sun of a warm spring day.
Pennypoker would object to such a course, for she had unlimited faith in her stock of home medicines, and regarded the professional services of a doctor as invariably leading to the gloomy ministrations of the undertaker. Mrs. Pennypoker had never quite forgiven Mrs.
Pennypoker's frown grow deeper at every moment. "Just look at Janey!" Howard had whispered to his sister, as the maid came in at dinner-time, with the strings of her dainty white cap tied under her chin, and the point standing up from her forehead like an old woman's poke bonnet. Mrs. Pennypoker caught the whisper.
"Now be a good little boy and finish your prayer, or God won't listen to you, another time, when you are asking him for something." It was then that Vic had delivered himself of his first baby heresy, which had been slowly working in his brain while Mrs. Pennypoker had been urging him through his devotions, in a manner so unlike the tender gentleness of his pretty mamma.
Hornblower, when she's ten years older than he is? I wonder how he'd like it, if he could hear her." "I don't believe he'd mind, for he likes her so well; at least, he's there ever so much," said Marjorie innocently. "H'm! you needn't think he goes to see Mrs. Pennypoker," said Allie scornfully. "It's Miss Lou that he likes." "Not that old man!" And Marjorie stared at her friend in amazement.
Pennypoker, directly behind them, watched them both with an unswerving vigilance, ready to check any sign of levity on the part of man or maid. Mrs.
"Yes, mis'," she responded as soon as she could speak, while she raised her head from the rind. "What are you doing?" demanded Mrs. Pennypoker sternly. Her manner was not encouraging. There was a defiant flash in Janey's eyes, as she said sullenly, "Ol' mis' done got eyes. What she s'pose I's doin'?" "But I told you to get the lunch."
"Then why haven't you been to church?" asked the doctor. But Wang Kum only replied with a scarcely perceptible shrug. "Wang, didn't you hear Dr. Hornblower speak to you?" asked Mrs. Pennypoker sharply. Wang still stood gazing on the ground and nodding his head in a slow, thoughtful way which communicated a rhythmic undulation to his pigtail. At Mrs. Pennypoker's question, he glanced up.
Pennypoker moving to and fro about the house, and now and again Vic's baby voice fell upon her ears; but, for the most part, the house was very still. At length she heard some one calling her name in a low voice. Throwing aside her book, she went to the door and listened intently, till she heard the call repeated. This time it was evident that the sound came from outside the window.
At the table, she'll have to pour the tea; but we can pass things. Who're you going to invite?" "Let's see," said Marjorie, pondering over the matter. "There's your father and mother, and Mr. Everett and Miss Lou and Mrs. Pennypoker; that's five." "And Ned and Grant?" suggested Allie. "Oh, no," answered Marjorie; "they'd only be in the way, and, besides, they're too young.
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