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Updated: May 5, 2025
"If ye'll step inside the curtain, ye may judge for yerself," said a deep rich voice suddenly from behind the curtain which was farthest from the door. There was silence in the bedroom a silence which might be felt! Pixie's first week at school was a period of delirious excitement.
And Pixie's company tricks were all based on the subject of personal shortcomings. "Show the lady where your nose ought to be, darling," her mother would say fondly, and the baby fingers would point solemnly to the flat space between the eyes.
Whatever her personal disappointment might be, she could never feel that she was alone in the world that among all its teeming millions there was no human being whose happiness depended upon her presence; she had been spared that worst trial to a woman's heart, and Pixie's calm taking-for-granted that she was indispensable to the family circle was the greatest comfort which she could have given.
The rope in Pixie's hand marked her out as the principal offender, and she was called to order in a breathless stream of French which left her dumb and bewildered. "I I can't understand!" she stammered, and Mademoiselle struggled to express herself in sufficiently expressive English. "You bad girl! You rude, bad girl! What 'ave you done? What you mean playing your treecks on me?
One by one they approached the fireside, until Pixie's chair was surrounded by a compact wall of laughing young faces, and thirty pairs of eyes stared at her from head to foot, back again from foot to head.
"And where's the Mammoth Cave of Kentucky, sweetheart?" would be the next question, when the whole of Pixie's fat fist would disappear bodily inside the capacious mouth. "The Major takes more notice of her than he did of any of the others," Mrs O'Shaughnessy would tell her visitor. "He is always buying her presents!"
You are not allowed to go on after seven o'clock either, so there is no hope for you if you are not finished by that time." "Don't frighten her, Dora," said Kate kindly. She looked through her spectacles at Pixie's woe-begone face, and smiled encouragement. "It seems hopeless at first, but you will get accustomed to it in time.
Esmeralda beamed with satisfaction, and seized Pixie's hand with an unusual outburst of affection. "How noble of you, dear! She was looking as bored as bored, and I was at my wits' end. What did you tell her that made her laugh like that?" "Oh, nothing much. Just things about ourselves, and the adventures at home.
At intervals of every two or three minutes Mademoiselle glanced from her work to the little figure at the other end of the room, but each time Pixie's head was bent over her task, and the wandering eyes were glued to their task.
She waited, trembling, to hear Pixie's exclamation, but none came, and as they adjourned towards the library she slipped her hand through Esmeralda's arm, and said, half laughing, half nervous "I don't understand the ways of grand ladies yet, Joan dear! I shall have to get into them by degrees.
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