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Richie's parlor, but this idea of Elizabeth's made it necessary to hide in the "cave" a shadowy spot behind the palmtub in the greenhouse for reflection. Once settled there, jostling one another like young pigeons, it was David who, as usual, made the practical objections: "We haven't any money." "I suppose we could get all the money we want out of my mother's cash-box," Blair admitted, wavering.
"Oh," William explained, "I didn't stay very long; he asked me to see Mrs. Richie home. She had taken tea with him." Martha's face suddenly hardened. "Oh," she said coldly. Then, after a short silence: "Mrs. Richie's hair is too untidy for my taste." When Dr. Lavendar went back into the study he found David curled up in an arm-chair in profound meditation. "What are you thinking about so hard?"
When they reached her door, Elizabeth looked up at the closed shutters of Mrs. Richie's house, and sighed. "How dreary a closed house looks!" she said. "I almost wish Uncle would rent it, but he won't. I think he is keeping it for Mrs. Richie to live in when David and I settle down in Philadelphia." Blair was apparently not interested in Mrs. Richie's future.
Richie's little boy, whom he found listening to an harangue from Elizabeth. The two children had scraped acquaintance through the iron fence that separated the piazzas of the two houses. "I," Elizabeth had announced, "have a mosquito-bite on my leg; I'll show it to you," she said, generously; and when the bite on her little thigh was displayed, she tried to think of other personal matters.
And in a second they were all about her, her first kiss on the wet cheek of Aunt Sanna, the second to her mother "Evelyn, you were a darling to come way across the city, and Marguerite, you were a darling to bring those precious angels" and then the old doctor's kiss, and Richie's kiss, and a pressure from his big bony fingers. Julia half knelt to embrace little Scott Marbury.
They were sitting now in the long arbor, where the Isabella grapes were ripening sootily in the sparse September sunshine which sifted down between the yellowing leaves, and touched Mrs. Richie's brown hair; Robert Ferguson saw, with a pang, that there were some white threads in the soft locks. His eyes stung, so he barked as gruffly as he could. "Well, suppose he does see her?
She began to tell him about a little boy, who said "it was too funny!" she interrupted herself, smiling "who said that you were 'Mrs. Richie's brother, and you stayed at her house in Old Chester, and " "Perfect nonsense!" he broke in. "He mistook me for some one else, I suppose." "Oh, of course," she agreed, laughing; upon which Mr.
She had been heaping up riches, and had not known who should gather them. She had been too busy to see pretty things. And why? That orphan asylums and reformatories and David Richie's hospital should have a few extra thousands! A month ago the fund she was making for David had reached the limit she had set for it, and only to- day she had brought the bank certificate of deposit home with her.
Maitland; "although," Robert Ferguson admitted, candidly, "he doesn't need it as poor David does; his mother wouldn't know how to make a Miss Nancy of him, even if she wanted to!" Then, with a sardonic guess at Mrs. Richie's unspoken thought, he added that Mrs. Maitland would not dream of going to live in the town where her son was at school.
She said so to William King, who laughed at the humor of a good woman's objection to goodness. The incongruity of such a remark from her lips was as amusing as a child's innocently base comment. William had fallen into the habit of drawing up and calling out "good morning" whenever he and his mare passed her gate. Mrs. Richie's lack of common sense seemed to delight the sensible William.
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