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Sissy recommended that, to avoid making inquiries and attracting attention in the town, they should present themselves to pay at the door. If Mr. Sleary were taking the money, he would be sure to know her, and would proceed with discretion. If he were not, he would be sure to see them inside; and, knowing what he had done with the fugitive, would proceed with discretion still.
Not that he was in love with Pollyanna, he assured himself wrathfully. He was not that, of course. It was just that he did not care to have this strange youth with the sissy name come to Beldingsville and be always around to spoil all their good times. He almost said as much to Pollyanna, but something stayed the words on his lips; and after a time he took his leave, carrying the letter with him.
She went to bed, as a matter of course, but tossed about with throbbing heart and whirling brain. Mr. Bowden's information had effectually banished sleep. In about an hour, when the house was absolutely quiet, came a soft tap at her door. She jumped up hastily, threw on her dressing-gown, and opened it. Everard stood in the passage outside. "May I come in? I want to speak to you, Sissy!
"And what happened next?" she prompted. Pollyanna had, for the moment, forgotten all about the original subject of the controversy the name "Jamie" that was dubbed "sissy." The boy sighed. "We just went on till we found another place. And 'twas there dad died. Then they put me in the 'sylum." "And then you ran away and I found you that day, down by Mrs. Snow's," exulted Pollyanna, softly.
"A will that will be good?" Sissy insisted, still speaking in the low tone she had adopted when she began to explain the object of her visit. "Can I make it here and now?" "Not on horseback, I think," said Hardwicke with a smile. "You would be tired of sitting here while we took down all your instructions. It isn't very quick work making ladies' wills. They generally leave no end of legacies.
Jim reported to Charlie Tuck, the head draughtsman the next morning. Tuck was a plump, middle-aged man, bald headed and clean shaven, with mild blue eyes. Jim put him down in his own mind as a sissy and chafed a little at being put into Tuck's care. But his discontent was shortlived. Tuck proved to be a hard taskmaster.
The sun, which had dawned so joyously, was going down as serenely as it had dawned, but it did not matter much to Sissy now. She was sensible, she knew Mrs. Middleton. When the old lady stooped over her she looked up, smiled faintly and said, "I fell." "Yes, my darling, I know," Aunt Harriet said. "Can I go home?" Sissy asked after a pause.
"I didn't think it was very likely as you'd call in," said Pap, "seein', Missy, as you'd never called in afore." "My name's Sissy, not Missy. Well, I'll call again, Mr. Spooner, when you've no comp'ny." "Jee-roosalem! Call again will ye? An' s'pose I ain't to home hey? No, Missy wal, Sissy, then no, Sissy, you speak out an' tell me what brought you a-visitin' me?" She shuffled very uneasily.
"I went up to one of them sissy slackers " "Mind the kind of a name ye stick on to a soldier of the government! Do ye see who's listening?" He grabbed his prisoner again and shook him. "Be careful of what you say as an American citizen in the hearing of rats like this, Tolson! It encourages 'em. They think we mean it. Get the bile out of your system in a strictly family fuss!
But I get hope and strength through you; and you believe that though appearances may rise against him, he will be proved clear? 'I do believe so, returned Sissy, 'with my whole heart.
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