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"I dare say, my dear," said Aunt Maria, "you thought you were as quiet as two little mice; but I assure you you kept everybody awake, except grandpa and Susy." "Why, Aunt 'Ria!" "But we learned a lesson in poetry-making," said Aunt Louise, "which was worth lying awake to hear.
"I like 'The Lost Sylphid' the best," said Prudy; "but was she a great butterfly, do you s'pose? The stories are all just as nice; just like book stories. I shouldn't think anybody made 'em up. Aunt 'Ria can write as good as the big girls to the grammar-school. I promised not to believe a single word; and I sha'n't. Long ago, in fair Burgundy, lived a lad named Cristobal.
To think such a glorious thing as this could happen to Dotty! and she not the best girl in the world either! A visit from her bosom friend! "Aunt 'Ria, do you understand? Aunt Louise? Gracie? This is Tate Penny!" "Who asked her to come? How did she happen to be with mamma, the same day, in the same cars?" Well, grandma Parlin invited her to come.
"Because," said she, "I knew you would try to take good care of my little Katie." "O, thank you ever so much, Aunt 'Ria," cried Dotty, handing the dolly at once to Prudy to be admired. But next minute her conscience pricked her. She had no right to a present. True, Katie ought to have known better than to try to swim; still, as Dotty acknowledged,
"Don't you care for dancing?" said Lady Helen, with tears running down her cheeks. "Ra-ther; see me dance the polka, dear girl." And they went banging through the dancers. Snowdown and Dicky shouted approval. "What cheer, 'Ria! 'Ria's on the job. What cheer, 'Ria! Speculate a bob. 'Ria is a toff, and she is immensikoff And we all shouted, What cheer, 'Ria!"
"Did I iver tell you," Mulvaney continued, calmly, "that I was wanst more av a divil than I am now?" "Mer ria! You don't mean it?" said Ortheris. "Whin I was Corp'ril I was rejuced aftherward but, as I say, whin I was Corp'ril, I was a divil of a man." He was silent for nearly a minute, while his mind rummaged among old memories and his eye glowed.
"No, no," sobbed poor aunt 'Ria, holding Prudy close in her arms, which she said felt "so empty" now, "it can't be right to cry, can it, Prudy, when I know my baby is so happy in heaven?" It was now autumn.
While Prudy was in Indiana visiting the Cliffords, and in the midst of her trials with mosquitoes, she said one day, "I wouldn't cry, Aunt 'Ria, only my heart's breaking. The very next person that ever dies, I wish they'd ask God to please stop sending these awful skeeters. I can't bear 'em any longer, now, certainly." There was a look of utter despair on Prudy's disfigured face.
Martin led the way, exchanging jests with every person whom he met on the road, and occasionally enlivening the way with an extemporaneous song. We were now in the Asturias, and about noon we reached Navias, a small fishing town, situate on a ria or firth; in the neighbourhood are ragged mountains, called the Sierra de Buron, which stand in the shape of a semi-circle.
'Did I iver tell you, Mulvaney continued calmly, 'that I was wanst more av a divil than I am now? 'Mer ria! You don't mean it? said Ortheris. 'Whin I was Corp'ril I was rejuced aftherwards but, as I say, whin I was Corp'ril, I was a divil of a man. He was silent for nearly a minute, while his mind rummaged among old memories and his eye glowed.
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