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Then she colored the thread, part of it indigo blue, and part of "copperas color," and after that wove it into cloth not just enough for a dress, but enough for two dresses for Roxy, two for herself, and some for the men folks' shirts, besides yards and yards of dreadfully coarse cloth for "trousers;" and perhaps there was a fine white piece for sheets and pillowcases.
Aunt Roxy made a strange wry face, which caused her to look harder than usual. She was choked with tenderness, and had only this uncomely way of showing it. "Law now, Mara, I don't see how ye can; I ain't nothin' but an old burdock-bush; love ain't for me." "Yes it is too," said Mara, drawing her down and kissing her withered cheek, "and you sha'n't call yourself an old burdock.
Tilly laughed, and all the rest joined in, so good humor was restored, and the spirits of the younger ones were revived by sucks from the one orange which passed from hand to hand with great rapidity, while the older girls dished up the dinner. They were just struggling to get the pudding out of the cloth when Roxy called out, "Here's Pa!" "There's folks with him," added Rhody. "Lots of 'em!
Kit sat down on the edge of the bed and thought a minute. Life had never presented itself to her in vistas. She lived each day as it came with an unconquerable optimism, such as no one else except Cousin Roxy seemed to possess in the family. "Don't worry, Kit," Mrs. Ellis was wont to say to her, cheerily.
She was now officiously and anxiously attending on Miss Roxy, who was in the midst of the responsible operation which should conduce greatly to this end. "Does that twist work well?" she said, nervously; "because I believe I've got some other upstairs in my India box."
Not a strawberry was raised in common folks' gardens in those days. They grew mostly in farmers' meadows; and very angry those farmers used to be at such girls as Roxy in "strawberry time" "strawberry time" comes before "mowing," you know for how they did wallow and trample the grass!
But I never saw such a quiet little thing always still and always busy." "I'll take her down with me to Cap'n Kittridge's," said Miss Roxy, "and let her play with their little girl; she'll chirk her up, I'll warrant. She's a regular little witch, Sally is, but she'll chirk her up. It ain't good for children to be so still and old-fashioned; children ought to be children.
"This mornin' she came to the door with her eyes jest wiped from a-cryin'. Says I, 'Roxy, little dear, what ails you? 'Oh, nothin', says she, 'I can't tell you if thair is. 'Here's your wild flowers for Miss Vesty, says I, 'beautiful to see! 'Oh, says Roxy, 'Miss Vesty won't need 'em now. Says I: 'Roxy, air you goin' to have all that trouble on your mind an' not let me carry some of it? 'Oh, my friend, she says, 'I must tell you, fur you have been so kind to me: don't whisper it!
The setting sun gleamed in at the window of Mara's chamber, tinted with rose and violet hues from a great cloud-castle that lay upon the smooth ocean over against the window. Mara was lying upon the bed, but she raised herself upon her elbow to look out. "Dear Aunt Roxy," she said, "raise me up and put the pillows behind me, so that I can see out it is splendid."
"I'm hungry, too, for some of the nice sweet charlock rookster that your cook makes me and I eats in the afternoon, right now. I waked up in the night and wanted it and you, too, Phyllie, and I wouldn't have old Doug or Roxy, neither. Now, it is always night time and Roxy wouldn't go and call you. Won't you stay with me always and read me about smallpox like you promised? "Always night now!"
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