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Sissy, my poor little Poppet, w'at good to ye is fame; w'at good is all your studyin'?" I did not open Helen's writing case for weeks; not until after my return from the dreary journey West with Mr. Winship.
Amazing creatures they were in Louisa's eyes, so white and pink of complexion, so scant of dress, and so demonstrative of leg; but it was very agreeable to see them crowding about Sissy, and very natural in Sissy to be unable to refrain from tears. 'There!
"God forbid!" said Henry. "How can you say such fearful things?" "Oh, you didn't see it, then? I'm very glad." "Good Heavens! no! And I don't believe it. I didn't mean that Thorne would be lucky if you died!" "I can't do him any good any other way," said Sissy with sweet composure; "but I don't think I'm going to die, so I don't suppose I shall do him any good at all.
"Air you tellin' me, Tobe Cullum," his wife said, when she had heard him to the end "air you p'intedly tellin' me that you've took Bud Hines snipin'? An' that you've left that sickly, consumpted young man a-settin' out there by hisse'f to catch his death of cold; or maybe git his blood sucked out by a catamount!" "Shucks, Sissy!" replied Tobe; "nothin' ain't goin' to hurt him.
I didn't know. What is the other?" "Jane." "Jane! I like that," said Henry. "Yes, sign them both." "Thank you. I don't want to seem like an idiot to your father. I should like it best if I could just write 'Sissy' and nothing else, as I do at the end of my letters. When I see 'Cecilia Jane Langton' I feel inclined to call out, 'This is none of I! like the old woman."
The trees stood stern and wintry, but there were little leaves on the honeysuckles and the hawthorn hedges, glad outbursts of song among the branches, and soft, shy caresses in the air. Sissy Langton, riding into Fordborough, was delicately beautiful as spring itself.
"Because," she answered, with a sad, sweet smile, "If you do come home from the war, perhaps you won't find me here;" for the child had a notion that she was going to die. "O sissy," exclaimed Frank, "don't say so; I shall come back, and I shall find you well." "Yes," replied Hattie, sorry that she had said any thing to make him feel bad; "we will think so, dear brother."
"Darling, it is warm and light," the old lady said at last. Sissy smiled. Her eyes wandered from the window. "Aunt, you promised," she whispered. "Yes, dear yes, I promised." There was a pause. Suddenly, Sissy spoke, more strongly and clearly than she had spoken for hours: "Tell Percival my love to Miss Lisle." "Fetch him," said Mrs.
He did not attach much importance to the whole affair, and felt that he should not be overwhelmed with surprise should he hear a few months later that Sissy was going to be married to some one else, and wanted to make some compromise perhaps to resign the squire's legacy to Percival. To his eyes it looked more like an attempt at restitution than anything else.
"You can't think I meant to be cruel to our Sissy," he said. "You will let me speak to her?" She softly pushed back his hair. After all, he was the man Sissy loved. "What was it?" she asked: "what did you do?" He looked down. "I'm going to marry Miss Lisle," he said. She started away from him: "You told her that? God forgive you, Percival!" "I should have been a liar if I hadn't."
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