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"Whar did you leave Ellenora's boy and that infernal soul-buyer? Speak, or I'll throttle you like this dog!" "You let him alone, sir!" little Roxy cried, hotly, "he won't deceive anybody; he's going to tell all he knows." "Let go, Jimmy," Samson said; "don't you see Miss Vesty heah?" "Don't scare the man, Mr.
I made up my mind pretty early that my part in the vineyard was to have hard work and no posies." "Well, you will have all the more in heaven; I love you dearly, and I like your looks, too. You look kind and true and good, and that's beauty in the country where we are going." Miss Roxy sprang up quickly from the bed, and turning her back began to arrange the bottles on the table with great zeal.
Then she added fiercely, "En don't ever make me remember it ag'in, or you'll be sorry, I tell you." When they were parting, Tom said, in the most persuasive way he could command: "Ma, would you mind telling me who was my father?" He had supposed he was asking an embarrassing question. He was mistaken. Roxy drew herself up with a proud toss of her head, and said: "Does I mine tellin' you?
"It's the white banty, and it must have come in my hole! Oh dear, I hope they won't catch it! Cousin Henny said she'd wring the neck of the first one that flied over the wall." Away went Rosy, to join in the hunt; for Miss Henny was too fat to run, and Roxy found the lively fowl too much for her.
"Yes, sir, if you please," answered Roxy, quietly, "and two pounds of raisins." So Mr. Hampshire went back, and weighed out the cinnamon and raisins, and gave them to her. She was a little startled at the mighty bundle five pounds of stick cinnamon made; but she took them and went out, and Mr. Hampshire went back and charged the things to Mr. Reuben Markham.
Gradually the sunbeams faded from the pines, and the waves of the tide in the little cove came in, solemnly tinted with purple, flaked with orange and crimson, borne in from a great rippling sea of fire, into which the sun had just sunk. "Mercy on us them children!" said Miss Roxy. "He's bringin' 'em along," said Mrs.
She laid a rose-pink negligée jacket on the foot of the bed, with a little white lace boudoir cap, caught here and there with pink satin rosebuds. "Mother just took these out of the treasures of the past for you to dress up in, and Cousin Roxy sent down a stack of books for you to read.
I rely upon you to watch my old store and conduct yourself like a man." "I'll do it," answered Jack, grinning and blushing; "hope I may die! Good-bye, Miss Vesty. Purty Roxy, don't you forgit me 'way off thair in Balt'mer. I'll teach Tom to sing your name befo' you ever see me agin."
"Come, Ruey, don't make a fool of yourself at your time of life," said Miss Roxy. "Things is bad enough in this world without two lone sisters and church-members turnin' agin each other. You must take me as I am, Ruey; my bark's worse than my bite, as you know." Miss Ruey sank back pacified into her usual state of pillowy dependence; it was so much easier to be good-natured than to contend.
But her heart-sickness and sense of fitting in her place like a princess cast among peasants put her at a disadvantage when, the third evening, the King of Beaver came into the garden. He chose that primrose time of day when the world and the human spirit should be mellowest, and walked with the farmer between garden beds to where Emeline and Roxy were tending flowers.
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