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The clumsy, roughened little hands, the sad, patient little voice and the substitution of this weary little woman for the once-radiant and noisy Betsey sent a pang to Susan's heart. "Well, you poor little old darling, you!" she burst out, pitifully. "Do you mean that you've been facing this for a month? Betsey it's too dreadful you dear little old heroic scrap!"
"I am blind," said the old man, "and cannot see your faces; but I know you all asunder by your voices, and I can guess pretty well at all your humours and characters by your voices." "Can you so, indeed?" cried Susan's little brother William, who had stationed himself between the old man's knees. "Then you heard MY sister Susan speak just now. Can you tell us what sort of person she is?"
In 1634, one of his descendants, John Anthony, settled in Rhode Island, and just before the Revolution, his great grandson, David, Susan's great grandfather, bought land near Adams, Massachusetts, then regarded as the far West. Daniel and Susannah Richardson Read gave Lucy and Daniel Anthony land for their home, midway between the Anthony and Read farms.
Behind her, in the hammock, Rilla Blythe was curled up, a fat, roly-poly little creature of six years, the youngest of the Ingleside children. She had curly red hair and hazel eyes that were now buttoned up after the funny, wrinkled fashion in which Rilla always went to sleep. Shirley, "the little brown boy," as he was known in the family "Who's Who," was asleep in Susan's arms.
New ideas is nothin'. You can steal 'em the minute the other fellow uses 'em. No, it's all in gettin' work out of the hands." Susan's expression suggested one who sees light and wishes to see more of it. He proceeded: "You work for me for instance, now, if every day you make stuff there's a profit of five dollars on, I get five dollars out of you.
At Susan's greeting the mother lifted her head. "Oh, Susan, isn't it a mercy we've found you?" she exclaimed. "We saw the camp hours ago, but we didn't know it was yours. It's as if God had delayed you. Yes, my dear, it's come. But I'm not going to be afraid. With your father it'll be all right." The young girl said a few consolatory words and jumped down from the wheel. She was torn both ways.
Then the summer came, the Saratoga summer of July, August, and September, during which the widow's house was full; and Susan's hands saved the pain of her heart, for she was forced into occupation. Now that Hetta was gone to her own duties, it was necessary that Susan's part in the household should be more prominent. Aaron did not come back to his work at Saratoga.
Every such prayer is dictated by the Holy Spirit, and therefore finds acceptance with God; and if your cry for mercy on poor Susan's soul did not prevail with Him in her behalf, as we may hope it did, then He has answered it in some other way." These words impressed me very much. To think that every one of my poor prayers is answered! Every one! Dr.
So, don't fall into the error of shallow people and size me up by your own foolish little standards. Do you see what I mean?" Susan's candid face revealed her guilt. "Yes," said she, rather humbly. "I see you do understand," said he. "And that's a good sign.
Her teeth were a curious mixture of natural, gold, and porcelain. "Miss Anstruther Miss Sackville," called Burlingham. "Miss Sackville, Miss Violet Anstruther." Miss Anstruther and Susan exchanged bows Susan's timid and frightened, Miss Anstruther's accompanied by a hostile stare and a hardening of the fat, decaying face. "Miss Connemora Miss Sackville."
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