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Rebecca ushered her up the stairs to the pretty blue room. Teola moved her head languidly, but, recognizing her visitor, brightened a little. "I am so glad you came. Tell me how he is.... I have nearly died to see him." "He air well. Have ye had a doctor?" "Yes, and I have told him all about it, for I was so sick. I told him about you, and he ordered Rebecca to let you come and see me.
"Babe" was arguing with her mother that all little girls should be allowed to roller skate upon the pavement; that "there wasn't a bit of danger in it." Frederick was silently eating his dinner Teola following his example. Suddenly the minister ejaculated: "Ah, that's good." "What's good, father?" inquired Mrs. Graves. "Skinner is brought to trial to-morrow.
"Didn't you notice that none of the other boys got up when you spoke." His glance filled with merriment as he went on: "I think, too, that I should have been a little jealous if anyone else had helped you." "And your hands are so strong," murmured Teola. "You only wanted my hands," queried the boy, trying to catch a glimpse of her face. "I wish you had wanted me for some other "
She turned toward Teola again, and seemed about to open her lips, when the expression upon the other girl's face stayed her tongue. It was a mixture of despair, illness and fright. Tessibel imagined she had discovered beneath the pain-drawn face a desire to claim her own. Ah! Teola would gather her babe, that tiny bit of shriveled flesh, into her arms before the whole world.
He is a friend of my father's, and will never tell anyone." Tess walked to the door, and listened; then laid her finger on her lips. She raised the basket from the floor, slipped back the cover, and Teola Graves was peeping in upon a tiny sleeping face.
Suddenly tears welled into the dark eyes; Teola Graves hid her face from the new world of painful joy and forgot in sleep. Teola's next hour with her lover was the most embarrassing one of her life. Dan took her hands in silence, and the seriousness of his face bespoke his heart pain.
"He air marked with the fire what killed his pa, that air all.... See, t'ain't much." She lifted the babe from the bed and held him up. The covering dropped from the shoulder, exposing the brilliant scar. "Not much," moaned Teola. "Not much! Poor little baby Dan!" The mark gleamed out on the wizened old face, the deep veins in the thin skin showing darkly.
The remembrance of his eyes thrilled her from head to foot. Tess passed down the lane, glad for Myra, glad for Teola and her child glad for everyone. She was still singing when she crossed the wide plank that spanned the mud-cellar creek.
Tessibel was holding the infant up toward him, with a beseeching expression in her eyes that staggered him. Teola had seen Tess pass, and had caught a glimpse of the thin child upon her hands. The pursed baby lips, from which hung the useless sugar rag, made her lower her head to the prayer cushion, shuddering violently.
When Dan and Teola left the kitchen, both flushed with the first emotions of their youthful hearts, there came to them gurgles of girlish laughter, intermingled now and then with the loud voice of some merry, happy boy. After two hours of strenuous toffy-pulling the tired young revellers sat down to plates heaped with goodies.
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