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"Could you, Sylvy, when you were a little girl?" asked Florence. "Laws, no. I was nigh as big as I am now, and then I made a poor fist at it," said Sylvy, laughing at the recollection. "What was the matter?" asked Dimple. "Too much butter and sugar, and not enough flour; it rose up beautiful at first and then down it went; when I took it out of the oven it was like taffy.
Her hair was tumbled and there were red spots on her cheeks. "Has he been here all this time?" demanded Hannah. "He's just gone." "I met him out here. What in creation did you rig him up in your old shawl for, Sylvy Crane?" "He was in his shirt-sleeves, an' I wasn't goin' to have him catch his death of cold," replied Sylvia with dignity. "In his shirt-sleeves!" "Yes, he run out just as he was."
Hardy wants me to go to the city with her to-morrow, and I promised Sylvy some time ago that she should have the day; she wants to go off on an excursion, and has been making great preparations. I could not have the heart to disappoint her, and your papa will not be at home for another week, so I am very doubtful about leaving you." "Oh! do go, mamma," cried Dimple, clapping her hands.
He's fixed up the old Crane place. It got dreadful run down, an' Sylvy she actually set out for the poor-house, an' Richard he stopped Jonathan Leavitt, he was carryin' of her over there, an' he brought her home, an' married her right off. That brought him to the point. Sylvy lives on the old road; we can drive round that way when we go home, an' I'll show you the place."
"That's so!" energetically put in Captain John. "Right about face! Form!" and the three Continentals sprung to their feet and assumed their position, while Sylvy and Master Loomis resumed theirs, a flitting smile in Sylvia's tearful eyes making a very rainbow.
"Who ever heard of any one's running away in a boat?" laughed Mrs. Dallas. "Now be good children, and keep out of the way, for Sylvy and I have a lot to do." "We'll be good as possible, mamma, but just one more question: are you going to take Bubbles?" "I hadn't thought of it."
All the rest were sturdy, rosy, laughing girls and boys; but Sylvy had been a pining baby, and grew up into a slender, elegant creature, with clear gray eyes, limpid as water, but bright as stars, and fringed with long golden lashes the colour of her beautiful hair locks that were coiled in fold on fold at the back of her fine head, like wreaths of undyed silk, so pale was their yellow lustre.
Are you really going to make another cake, Sylvy?" "Yass, miss, some suveral of 'em." "What for?" "Yo' ma done tole me to," replied Sylvy, with a smile. "I'm going to ask her about it. I know she doesn't intend we shall eat them all. Perhaps there is going to be a church supper, or a strawberry festival, or something. Come on, Florence, let's go and see about it."
The girls laughed, and hearing Sylvy call her, Bubbles went out. "Isn't she funny?" said Florence. "I never could have made up a story like that, could you, Dimple?" "No," said Dimple, "she tells me the funniest ones sometimes, so mixed up, and I laugh till I can scarcely speak, and she sings the most absurd songs; she gets the words all twisted, she has no idea what they mean. Oh!
"Well, I dunno but you have. You got that sofa, that cost considerable. I shouldn't have thought you'd got that, if you'd known how things were, Sylvy." "I kinder felt as if I needed it." "Well, I guess you might have got along without that, anyhow. Richard's got one, ain't he?" "Yes, he says he has." "I thought I remembered his mother's buyin' one just before his father died.
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