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Updated: June 28, 2025
And as they entered and stood all three in the hall, the dog feeling himself now in his new character as welcome as his human companions, she finished: "Suzanna's asleep." "My father wished greatly you would allow Suzanna to go to my grandmother, though it is late," put in Graham. "Could she be awakened?" asked David. And by the expression in his eyes Mrs.
Graham Woods Bartlett attired in a flame-colored velvet gown with a wonderful satin-lined train hanging straight from her shoulders, stood near a table at which two very pretty girls were serving little cups of tea and dainty cakes. Suzanna, Maizie, and Peter holding tight the frayed rope with the hungry-looking dog on one end, gazed awe stricken at the fairylike scene. At length Mrs.
Then she sat up very straight. Someone was coming up the stairs. It was Maizie. The little girl slowly opened the bedroom door, peeped cautiously in, and then on tiptoes approached Suzanna. "Mother says," she began, "that you're to come down to lunch." "I don't want any lunch," said Suzanna. The bright color still stained her cheek.
He had pledged his fealty to her and he felt grateful that she leaned upon him as slowly she mounted the four steps which led to the altar. There they grouped themselves about the bridal pair. Graham stood close to his grandmother, Suzanna near to Miss Massey, Peter and Maizie at Robert's right hand.
She began: "Maizie, I wish you to rise, dress thyself, then go into thy parents' room and if the baby is awake, dress him as Suzanna, thy sister, did when she was here and not a princess." Maizie rose and obediently dressed herself, ever watchful of Suzanna and thrilled by the new personality which seemed to have entered with the princess.
She put the matter aside to think over later, and, if she could remember the words, to repeat them to her father for his explanation at a time when he wasn't hazy and far away from realities. "What does your father do?" Suzanna's companion resumed after a moment. "He weighs nails in Job Doane's hardware store," said Suzanna, "and he sells washboards to ladies. My father's a great man.
"Why, every one of us," Suzanna explained carefully, "carries a little silver chain which binds him to everyone else, but especially, I suppose, to our very own father and mother and brothers and sisters." "Where is the chain?" asked Maizie. "It runs from your wrist to mine. It stretches as you move, and it's given to everybody as soon as he's born. Sometimes it's broken."
And in this wise it reached the top of the hill. The house itself lay a few yards in front of them. The children paused to rest, and then Suzanna, looking around, beheld a small vine-covered arbor, and within, just visible through the enshrouding ivy, a man and a woman, Miss Massey and a stranger. "How do you do, Suzanna?" Miss Massey said when she found herself discovered.
"But you'll come again soon, won't you?" she asked, appealing to Suzanna. "Yes, just as soon as I can," said Suzanna. "Come, Maizie. Good-bye, Drusilla, and thank you very much for helping me." Drusilla brightened. "That's nice, to know that I can still help someone," she said.
The filmed glass plate above the cabinet alone showed clear in the eclipse, as though waiting. "Now, Suzanna, come!" Suzanna, at some new electric quality in her father's voice, sprang forward.
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