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Eben brought her some fresh tea, some hot rolls, and a little jelly-pot of the apricot preserves Sara liked, and she cut some more fruit cake for her in moist plummy slices. She might be out of patience with Sara's "contrariness," but she spoiled and petted her for all that, for the girl was the very core of her childless heart.
Macon sent a basketful of bright flowers, and some pretty draperies and decorations; while the professor willingly agreed to let the screen go, and insisted on Sara's taking the whole day off to assist at the fete. The madame came herself, and with deft fingers, and perfect taste, helped the two convert the little flat into a bower.
"Loafer! Low-life! No-'count! His whole body ain't worth so much as your little finger. I'll learn him to be a worry to you with this all-night business. By God! I'll learn my loafer of a son to " On the pistol shot of that, Sara's body jumped out of its rigidity, all her faculties coiled to spring. "He isn't! You know he isn't! 'Loafer'! Shame on you! Whatever else he is, he's not a loafer.
She was uneasily conscious that for some reason or other Molly was in a state of tension, alternating between abnormally high spirits and the depths of depression, and the recollection of that unpleasant little episode of her indebtedness to Lester Kent lingered disagreeably in Sara's mind.
Muir's you sent me is beautiful. I've been wishing to read it for years." So they fell to discussing The National Parks of America; but Sara's heart was not in the discussion, much as she admired the book. She was thinking about Nick and Angela.
She had reached Greenacres in response to Sara's letter, posted on the eve of the raid late in the afternoon of the following day, and Audrey had at once taken her upstairs to see Tim and left them together. And now, as she closed the door of his room behind her, she leaned helplessly against the wall and her lips moved in a whispered cry of poignant misery.
Glendenning, I always share in all Sara's good things, so now you'll have to be my brother, if you have determined to be her master," pointed by one of her indescribable grimaces. "Master, eh?" queried the young man, raising his eyebrows. "Do you know, Molly, I shall be more than happy to be just her husband?" "Well, what's the difference?
Between the two I could just catch a glimpse of myself, a tall girl, dressed very plainly in black, with a dark complexion, large, anxious-looking eyes, that seemed appealing for relief from all this dulness, a shadowy sort of image of discontent and protest in the background, hovering behind Aunt Philippa's velvet mantle and Sara's slim supple figure.
"We do this every year, Sara," said Pirlaps, "the first time it snows. It's our favorite philanthropy. It's a big undertaking, and rather too much of a strain for Avrillia, but we can't make up our minds to give it up." And it makes it doubly pleasant when we have some congenial person to help us celebrate like you, Sara." Sara's little heart swelled with love and pride.
She'll forget its real nature after a while, and I shall always value it greatly for its historical interest." Sara's mind was distracted toward the close of this explanation by the peculiar, not to say angry, behavior of the Popinjay and the Squawk, who, she was sure, had become displeased about something. One peculiarity of the Popinjay's she had not noticed until she came near the table.
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