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"I hope that she gets very wet indeed," said Berta, "and I don't see why I should worry." Robbie's voice answered, "Bea worried about you that day last fall when you went off alone in that storm to find fringed gentians. The branches were crashing down in the wind, and one girl had seen a tramp out on that lonely road. You said you could take care of yourself, but we worried."
"Well, if you'll loosen this arm I'll I'll try." "Liza, how much do you love me?" inquired Robbie. "Did you speak to me?" "Oh, no, to crusty old 'Becca down the road. How much do you love me?" Robbie's passion was curiously mathematical. "Me? How much? About as much as you might put in your eye." Robbie pretended to look deeply depressed.
"Hughie, you are very rude. What would your mother say? Let me have the candle immediately, I want to get Robbie's stockings." Hughie's heart stood still. "I'll throw them down, Jessie. I want the candle downstairs just a minute." "Leave that candle with me," insisted Jessie. "There's another on the dining-room table you can get." "I'll not be a minute," said Hughie, hurrying downstairs.
You are afraid to rebuke them." Robbie's eyes fell and the guilty color rose slowly through the delicate skin of throat and brow. But Miss Cutter did not see it. She had pulled down the green shade and propping her elbows in their former position had returned to her scansion. She had wasted too much time already.
Robbie had risen once more, and was tramping across the floor in his excitement. "What's come over Robbie?" whispered Reuben to Matthew. "What fettle's he in doldrums, I reckon." "Tak na note on him. Robbie's going off agen I'm afeart. He's broken loose. This awesome thing is like to turn the lad's heed, for he'd the say ower it all." "Come, lass, quick with the ale."
Our clergyman has described me as a saint, worthy of a martyr's crown, and some of you believe him, and look upon the care I gave to Robbie as something unheard-of and wonderful. And I have let you think so, and felt myself the veriest hypocrite that ever breathed. Don't you know that what I did was done in expiation of a crime, a horrid, cruel deed, for I put out Robbie's eyes. I made him blind.
Robbie was mad the last time she was down here; she got to throwing sofa-cushions, and upset a vase." "Isn't that supposed to be good form?" asked Montague. "Not at Robbie's," said she. "Have you had a chance to talk with Robbie yet? You'll like him he's serious, like you." "What's he serious about?" "About spending his money," said Betty. "That's the only thing he has to be serious about."
Father would be home on Robbie's birthday; yet none the less was Meg's anxious face to be seen day after day about the docks, seeking someone to tell her over again the good news. The last day but one arrived, and Meg set about the scrubbing and the cleaning of the room heartily, as she had seen her mother do before her father's return.
Robbie turned to introduce her. "This is my friend, Beatrice Leigh, Miss More. Bea, this is my sister's best friend. I remembered you too, last night, Miss More. I remembered I I wondered " Robbie's tongue stumbled in embarrassment at the verge of candor. Miss More's mouth hardened slightly, though her eyes still smiled.
She was stubborn or indifferent about some requirements. I don't remember quite what, and Elizabeth never liked to talk about it. Elizabeth wrote to her every week until she until she left us." Robbie's lip twitched suddenly. Bea saw it and gently passing her arm through the other's arm drew her on to join the class assembled at the amphitheatre. The next day brought commencement.
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