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"Every one brings the work of one, you see," she said. "What do you mean?" "I wish there needn't be any nursery girl." Mrs. Scherman lifted her eyebrows in utter amaze. The suggestion to the ordinary Irish mind would have been, as she had already experienced, another nurse; certainly not the dispensing with that official altogether. "What wages do you pay, Mrs. Scherman?" was Kate's next question.
Scherman always managed it that they should both go to Desire Ledwith's, for the Read-and-Talk.
And these five sat down together among the rocks, and in half an hour, after weeks of mere "good-mornings," they had grown to be old friends. But Dakie Thayne he best knew why left his fragment of a question unfinished. The "by and by" people came at last: Jeannie and Elinor, and Sin Saxon, and the Arnalls, and Josie Scherman.
"Most intensely!" and Frank Scherman bowed a low graceful bow, settling back into his first attitude, however, as one who could quite willingly resign himself to his present comparative unhappiness awhile longer. "Where is Feather-Cap?" asked Leslie Goldthwaite.
And Bel went away, and stuffed the grouse, and grated her bread-crumbs, and sang over her work, not out loud with her lips, but over and over to a merry measure in her mind, "Everything comes to its luck some day: I've got chickens! What will folks say?" "I'm solving more than I set out to do," Sin Scherman said to her husband. "Westover was nothing to it.
I've never had anything but evenings, so far. The thing is, Mrs. Scherman, if I can try this anywhere, I can try it here. I don't suppose people have got things fixed just as they would have been if there'd always been a home all over the house. If we go to live with anybody, we mean to make it living in, not living out. And we shall find out ways as we go along, all round.
He thinks he's a sparrow, and he's determined to fly. We shall have him trying it off every possible I mean impossible place in the house." "Put him in a cage," said Mr. Scherman, with equal gravity. "Yes, of course. That's where little house-birds belong. Duke, see here! Little birds that live in houses never fly.
Marmaduke was lustily struggling with and shouting to a tin horse six inches long, and tipping up a cart filled with small pebbles on the carpet. He was outside already; the housekeeping was nothing to him, except as it had to do with the getting in of coals. When Mr. Scherman opened the front door, the delicious aroma of oysters and coffee saluted his chilled and hungry senses.
Scherman, you'll have to represent us to Mrs. Linceford, and persuade her to join us to Feather-Cap. And be sure you get the 'little red'!" "It'll be all the worse for Graywacke, if we're kept in and sent off early," she continued, sotto voce, to her companions, as they turned away. "My! what has that boy got?"
"I will pay you half wages for the two months," said Mrs. Scherman, "if you will come back to me in September. And next year, if we all keep together, it will be your turn, if you like, to go with me." Kate feels the spring in her heart, knowing that she is to have a piece of the summer. The horse-chestnut tree in the yard is not a mockery to her.
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