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Updated: May 27, 2025
She felt pleasant little tweaks at her heartstrings as if small grimy hands were ringing them, playing a tender little tune. Scorched, blundering young hands Stefana's. The little tune rang plaintive in her ears. She had a vision of Stefana toiling over the ironing of her dresses and going to bed exhausted, when the toil was over.
Won't you please stay? Won't you please to please?" "No," for the sixth time persisted Miss Theodosia. "I'm going before Stefana gets back. This is a Flagg celebration, dear. Just little Flaggs." Evangeline drew a long breath. Then little twinkles lighted in her eyes. "Well," she said, "they'll be star-spangled Flaggs to-night!" She followed Miss Theodosia to the door.
Narcisse whispered to Pierre, "those are the Saccos in front of us, that dark little fellow and the lady in mauve silk." Pierre promptly recognised the bright face and pleasant smile of Stefana, whom he had already met at old Orlando's. But he was more interested in her husband, a dark dry man, with big eyes, sallow complexion, prominent chin, and vulturine nose.
I should say not! You can't do anything but look through the window, and I shall ask the doctor if that's safe. Now listen dear," again the "dear" slipped through her lips unconsciously. "Listen! When you see Stefana coming, you go out the back door! I wish I'd told her to bring him in the clothes basket instead of in her arms " "I'll tell her to! Through the window.
Then and there Miss Theodosia's heartstrings throbbed unmercifully; she could not do anything with them; they would throb. In vain she turned away looked at other faces listened to other voices. It was Evangeline she heard, with her wistful cry, and the little line of Flaggs that she saw. "There's Miss Theodosia there, there, Stefana! She's come to the p'rade!" "Miss Theodosia! Miss Theodosia!
Miss Theodosia settled a little in her chair and waited. In time Evangeline's time she would know. Elly Precious held out his rigid little mourning arm and softly whimpered. "Give him to me, Stefana; he wants to come to me," Miss Theodosia said, extending welcoming hands. Very gently she relieved the tension of the small arm. "We're in mournin' for you," Evangeline explained sadly.
It was unaccustomed toiling, and, like Stefana, she burned her thumbs. She had judgment and the skill that age kindly lends, in her favor, and slowly her delicate fingers undid the ravages of Stefana's patient endeavors and brought beauteous perfection out of apparent ruin. But the process was wearying and long.
Stefana had begun to smile in a placid way while glancing at Pierre, who had approached the window. "Oh, you say that, uncle," she responded; "but you love us well all the same, and more than once you have given me myself some good advice, for which I'm very thankful to you. For instance, there's that affair of Attilio's "
She was noticing something else besides the little old-lady back. Evangeline's braids toed in! Tight and flaxen, they stood out in rounded curves, converging suddenly to the bit of faded ribbon that tied them together. There was something suspicious looking about that ribbon "Stefana starched it!" smiled Miss Theodosia's thought. The small figure whirled face about.
Drawn up on the curbing in a vantage-spot that only they who come early and patiently wait can secure, was the entire family of little Flaggs. At a new angle Miss Theodosia was able to see plainly their breathless ecstasy. She could hear what Evangeline was saying. "Oh, isn't it elegant oh, look, Stefana! Oh, don't you hope circuses'll be free in Heaven not jus' the p'rade, but the show!"
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