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Florence, I do believe there is a bat in the hall. I hope to goodness it won't come in here." Florence screamed and hid her head under the piano, while Dimple took refuge in the same place, and called loudly for Bubbles, who came running in with Sylvy after her. "What's de matter? Where are yuh?" they cried.
"Well," said Hannah Berry, "all I've got to say is I'm thankful I 'ain't got a man like that, an' you ought to be mighty thankful you 'ain't got any man at all, Sylvy Crane."
Hannah could scarce believe her eyes. Was this her Sylvy? she who even threw Madam Everett, with her velvet dress, powdered hair, and Mechlin laces, quite into the background! "I did not like it, Mammy dear," whispered Sylvy, as she clung round her astonished mother's neck.
The town hadn't ought to ask much. Sylvy Crane, I can't get it through my head, nohow." "What?" said Sylvia. "How you run out this nice place so quick. I thought an' Sarah thought you'd got enough to last you jest as long as you lived, an' have some left to leave then." Hannah stood back and looked at her sister sharply. "I've always been as savin' as I knew how," said Sylvia.
But the other news was from Sylvia. She was promised to the schoolmaster in Litchfield. Only to think of it! Our Sylvy! Master Loomis had been eager to go to the war; but his mother was a poor bedrid woman, dependent on him for support, and all the dignitaries of the town combined in advising and urging him to stay at home for the sake of their children, as well as his mother.
"I wanted a muslin gown; but madam had laid this by long ago, and I could not thwart or grieve her, she is so very good to me." "No more you could, Sylvy. The gown is amazing fine, to be sure; but as long as my Sylvy's inside of it I won't gainsay the gown. It ain't a speck too pretty for the wearer, dear." And Hannah gave her another hug.
That's the good o' good cloth. It'll last most forever. Joe hed 'em first, then Sam wore 'em quite a spell, and they cut over jest right for Obey. My black paduasoy can be fixed up, I guess. But, my stars! Dolly, what hev' you got?" "Well, Mother, you know I ain't got a real good gown. There's the black lutestring petticoat Sylvy fetched me two years ago; but there ain't any gown to it.
Well, I've got to go home; it's supper-time. Where did you say you'd been, Sylvy?" Sylvia was well past her sister; she pretended not to hear. "You ain't been over for quite a spell," she called back, faintly. "I know I ain't," returned Hannah. "I've been tellin' Rose we'd come over to tea some afternoon before she was married."
Dallas considered for a moment, and then said: "Well, yes, upon the whole, I think it would be rather a good plan, but she must not neglect her work to-day. If she gets through all that she has to do by the time we start she may go, but not otherwise. She will have extra work to-day, because Sylvy is more than usually busy." "May we help her a little bit?
She bloomed among the crowd of red-cheeked, dark-haired lads and lasses, stately and incongruous as a June lily in a bed of tulips. But Sylvy did not stay at home.
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