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Lansing and I can manage while you're away especially if she reads aloud well." Reads aloud well! The stipulation had enchanted Susy.
Is the old man living still?" Less unsophisticated persons than little Susan Halstead might have been led into pursuing a subject of village gossip, by so specious a trap as that set by Josephine; and it is not strange that she fell at once into the line of conversation that the other desired. "Yes, old Mr. Crawford is still living," said Susy, "and that is about all that can be said.
Suddenly she stopped, her outstretched arm stiffened, her finger pointed to the chair on which Susy's cloak was hanging. "What's that?" she said in a sharp, high, metallic voice. "Who is here? Speak!" "Susy," said Clarence. She cast a scathing glance round the patio, and then settled her piercing eyes on Clarence with a bitter smile. "Already!"
She broke open the envelope, and four or five stamped and sealed letters fell from it. All were addressed, in Ellie's hand, to Nelson Vanderlyn Esqre; and in the corner of each was faintly pencilled a number and a date: one, two, three, four with a week's interval between the dates. "Goodness " gasped Susy, understanding.
"Mayn't I be the one to go?" asked Susy. "If you like," replied the grandmother; "that is, if Abner is willing." Susy knew perfectly well that her grandmother had no idea of allowing her to go alone; but it so happened, when she reached the river-bank with the boat-key, that Abner was nowhere to be seen. "Seems to me," thought Susy, "Abner is generally somewhere else."
The sudden tears, brimming over Ellie's lovely eyes, and threatening to make the blue circles below them run into the adjoining carmine, filled Susy with compunction.
How could it be otherwise, if she were to return again to her old dependence on Ellie Vanderlyn, Ursula Gillow, Violet Melrose? And beyond that, only the Bockheimers and their kind awaited her.... A knock on the door what a relief! It was Mrs. Match again, with a telegram. To whom had Susy given her new address?
Hopkins, beginning to count on her fingers, "a pot of strawberry-jam " "Oh, golloptious!" burst from Susy. "A plumcake " "Better and better!" cried Susy. "A little tin of sardines some ladies are fond of a savory " "Yes, mother; quite right. And so is aunty, for that matter. You haven't forgotten the water-cress, have you?" "Here's a great bunch of it.
"Broke what, for pity's sakes?" "Your teapot," replied Dotty, in a very cheerful voice. "O, I never did, in all my life, see such a child," wailed Susy. "What made you go and meddle with my dear little gold-edged tea-set?" Dotty looked like an injured lamb, brushed the wayward hair out of her eyes, and gazed wistfully into her sister's face. "Is I your little comfort, Susy?
Mrs. Penfold sighed deeply. "Just think, Susy, what it would be like" she dropped her voice "'Countess Tatham! can't you see her going to the drawing-room with her feathers and her tiara? Wouldn't she be lovely wouldn't she have the world at her feet? Think what your father would have said." "I don't believe those things ever enter Lydia's mind!" Mrs. Penfold slowly shook her head.
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