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And with the merciful sheathing of that flaming sword which seemed to have swayed between him and the vanished train, his eyes already felt a blessed relief. With the setting of the sun an ominous silence fell. He could hear the low breathing of Susy, and even fancied he could hear the beating of his own heart in that oppressive hush of all nature.
As she applied the brush to Geordie's shining head and the handkerchief to his snuffling nose, the sense of what she owed him was so borne in on Susy that she interrupted the process to catch him to her bosom.
He snapped and gave a short snarling yelp, and vanished. Clarence returned with a victorious air to his companion. But she was gazing intently in the opposite direction, and for the first time he discovered that the coyote had been leading them half round a circle. "Kla'uns," said Susy, with a hysterical little laugh. "Well?" "The wagon's gone." Clarence started. It was true.
"Now, mamma, I don't want to say anything improper," said Susy, earnestly; "but wouldn't it be the piousest for me to play with Annie, and try to make her go to Sabbath school, and be better?" Mrs. Parlin did not answer at once. She was thinking of what she had said to Susy about people who are "home missionaries," and do a great deal of good by a beautiful example.
With a gasp of alarm the young man rushed forward and quickly realized that he was in the presence of a terrible tragedy. Lying on the ground, inert, was the body of Susy d'Orsel. The unfortunate girl had fallen from the third floor. Without hesitating, he lifted the body and finding no sign of life, cried loudly for help. But the entire house was asleep. What was to be done?
"Anyhow, whether they are or not, I am glad to belong to the society," said Susy. "It will give us great fun, and we need not mind now whether the paying girls are disagreeable to us or not. Then, too, think of the blouses we have got. Oh dear! oh dear! when I put mine on on Sunday mother will gape. I shall feel proud of myself in it. It was just sweet of her to get things like this to give us.
The dedication to its two earliest critics read: "To those good-mannered and agreeable children, Susy and Clara Clemens." The story itself was unlike anything in Mark Twain's former work. It was pure romance, a beautiful, idyllic tale, though not without his touch of humor and humanity on every page. And how breathlessly interesting it is!
"O, yes, I did say so once, and I suppose I must tell it so every time, or you'll fuss! Well, I had a yellow dress all striped off in checks " "Di'n't it go this way?" said Dotty, smoothing the sheet with her little hand, "and this way?" "What? What?" Susy roused herself and rubbed her eyes.
"She paid a fortune for that," declared Beryl, appraisingly. "She must have forgiven Susy for spoiling her dress. Or maybe she's thinking of her son again. Let me read the card. 'Hoping you will coax that nice Mr. Tubbs to bring you to us before my youngsters go back to school Didn't I tell you, Robin?"
You must oblige me this time, Susy. You can sit up a little longer to-night to finish your lessons if you are much interrupted while I am away." "You are sure you will not be more than an hour, mother?" "Oh, certain." "And I suppose in any case I may shut up the shop at seven o'clock, mayn't I?" "Shut the shop at seven o'clock!" said Mrs. Hopkins. "You forget that this is Wednesday.
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