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Updated: May 27, 2025
"Yes, uncle, I was passing by and came up to see how you were getting on." The visitor was the Signora Sacco, niece of Prada and a Neapolitan by birth, her mother having quitted Milan to marry a certain Pagani, a Neapolitan banker, who had afterwards failed. Subsequent to that disaster Stefana had married Sacco, then merely a petty post-office clerk.
With remarkable presence of mind, Miss Theodosia had darkened the room to make the difference between herself and Evangeline or Stefana as inconspicuous as possible. It helped. Elly Precious, even busy with his measles, might have vigorously refused this strange new ministering. But in the darkness he accepted it with a measure of resignation.
Stefana appearing here, the story was repeated. Like that Stefana snapped her fingers they had disappeared. "I've hunted and hunted. Everybody's seen children with go-carts, but they weren't Evangeline 'n' Elly Precious." Miss Theodosia's own face was pale, but she achieved a light laugh. "No wonder you haven't found them yet! In this crowd.
She says to ask you if it's yours because it ain't ours, nor anybody else's, an' it's got to be somebody's apern, and once I thought I saw a gray 'n' white one hanging through your window I mean on a nail, but, mercy gracious, what was it doing in bed with me an' Stefana!" Even Evangeline's breath had limitations. She stopped as headlong as she had begun.
Miss Theodosia had the sense of roses there, out of sight; it was as if Stefana rocked them gently in her lap. "She wouldn't wear the flowers herself," the Story Man was saying; "Neither Evangeline nor I could make her. Queer little freak." "She is wearing them!" smiled Miss Theodosia, "I can see them. It's only because you are a man that you can't see, you and Evangeline!
Granted, if thieves and marauders and those awful things, thugs, carry little loads or sleep as tenderly as women and never wake them; if they are polite and say good night . What kind of marauding and and thugging is that? "What will Stefana think when she finds my apron in bed with her!" suddenly laughed Miss Theodosia, breaking the spell.
We were lookin' at a man with turkles you wind up, an' when we stopped lookin' they weren't there not anywhere. They ain't anywhere! Not any "Stop him!" begged Miss Theodosia. "He'll keep right on anywhere-ing. We must find Stefana." "Stefana said oh, I couldn't hear what Stefana said, but she pointed an' pointed, an' I came lickety. They're lost! They ain't anywhere!"
Oh, if I could drop Elly Precious I'd get right up and dance!" "Give Elly Precious to me, and go ahead, my dear," said the White Lady with a smile. But Stefana shook her head. She was covertly studying the white dress once more. It was very white she could detect no promising spots or creases, and she drew a sigh even in the midst of her rejoicing.
"Stefana was born to-morrow," Evangeline stated gravely. "You didn't know, of course, nor neither did I till it kind of came out. I told him," nodding in the direction taken by the Story Man. "We plotted up a hatch I mean we hatched up a plot. He said to talk it over with you. I don't know what he's goin' to do, but he'll do it he said he would.
He laughed sorrily and softly. "Oh, go yes, go! It's it's long past Elly Precious' bedtime." He could hear soft sobbing as he went away. Miss Theodosia was mourning for her baby. The Man Person's throat tightened; he broke into a run. Stefana met Miss Theodosia at an inner door. She had her hat on and Carruthers by the hand. "I'm going home to put him to bed. I I shan't look at the clothes basket.
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