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She awoke, as if after a fall from a great height during which she had lost consciousness, to find herself sitting by the counter supporting her father's head. She thought she remembered clinging to his neck and begging him to answer her: but there was no rattling in his throat now. They had placed an old, worn sofa-pillow and the seat of a chair under his head.
"Oh, I don't want any help on it," said Clem; "I finished that old thing, Polly." "Finished your sofa-pillow, Clem!" Polly dropped her snarl in her lap. "Why, how could you? and you hadn't the dog worked, except one leg, and none of the filling in." "Oh, I don't mean I finished it in that way," said Clem carelessly. "I mean I'm done with it forever.
She gathered them up in a little, lace-trimmed table-cover, and she fled with that booty and a sofa-pillow which she caught from the divan on her way out. When Marie returned she stood gaping with the glass of water. She was not over-shrewd, but she took in at once the situation.
Polly stopped long enough in the final tussle with the snarl to set a kiss on Phronsie's round cheek. "Yes, I do, Polly," laughed Phronsie, with a wriggle of delight, "and I'm going to carry my cushion-pin in it, I am." "So you see I can't help you on your sofa-pillow, Clem," said Polly hurriedly, feeling dreadfully ashamed to have to say no.
"O, it's enough to break anybody's heart!" "Be you goin' to cry?" said Dotty, in a soft voice, kneeling, and peeping up into Prudy's eyes, with some curiosity. Prudy was obliged to smile but hid her face in the sofa-pillow, and hoped Dotty did not see her. She found she must hit upon some other plan. Dotty could not be made to feel the terrors of growing up a dunce.
It did not occur to her to go without anything which she could by any means get; not because she wanted it so keenly, as from another phase of the same feeling which had led Minna Eddy to appropriate the rug, and Estella Griggs the paraphernalia of the tea-table and the sofa-pillow. She had herself been duped in a larger sense; she was a creditor of Providence.
Lillie pouted awhile, and then drew from under the sofa-pillow a copy of "Indiana;" and, establishing her feet on the fender, she began to read.
"There's no use losing your nerve, Edith," I said in an exasperatingly calm manner. "Good heavens!" Edith exclaimed. "You seem to enjoy slights, but if I were in your place I shouldn't enjoy slights from my prospective mother-in-law, anyhow!" "You needn't be insulting," I remarked, arranging a sofa-pillow with care underneath my head and turning my attention to my magazine.
"I'll tell you," said William in a whisper. "She ran away from papa. Lucy talks nonsense about her having been kidnapped, but she knows nothing. I do, though they don't think it, perhaps." "She may be among the redeemed, some time, William, and you with her." He fell back on the sofa-pillow with a weary sigh, and lay in silence. Lady Isabel shaded her face, and remained in silence also.
He longed for it and could not resist. She had grown so beautiful, so exquisite. He took it, frame and all, carried it into her room, slipped the card from its place and hid it inside the breast of his shirt, stowed the frame away behind her sofa-pillow, then looked long at the lovely picture she herself made, lying there sleeping sweetly and peacefully amid the white drapings of her dainty bed.
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