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Justus is a mighty s'perior man; pity he never hed no eddication. He could hev done anything sharp ez a brier. Yes; Wat's beat, I reckon." In the instant Theodosia's heart sank. But she turned from the palings, and sauntered resolutely on. It well behooved her to take counsel with herself. "I mought hev made a turr'ble, turr'ble mistake," she muttered.
In grateful recognition of her Christian kindness, he gave her all he had to bestow, Theodosia's portrait.
"Don't mention Rome!" There was a deep note in John Bradford's voice. He watched her making the tea. Miss Theodosia's hands were worth watching. "Speaking of steam whistles reminds me of ears," he said. "Naturally! The two go together, all right!" But she saw that his face remained grave. "Oh! you mean the steam-whistler's ears I see." "Yes, I have examined them rather carefully.
He hastily got everything ready, and sent the things to the station with a servant and Taras, Theodosia's husband, who was going with them. Then he took the first isvostchik he could find and drove off to the prison. The prisoners' train started two hours before the train by which he was going, so Nekhludoff paid his bill in the lodgings and left for good.
He gazed from behind them stolidly, unsmiling and unhappy-souled. Carruthers did not enjoy being taken. "Now look at Stefana," John Bradford said. This was his special exhibit exhibit S. He watched Miss Theodosia's face as she glanced at the little blue print. No roses trailing there. Just a radiant-faced Stefana gazing at Miss Theodosia. It was the same face that hung on the walls of her memory.
Miss Theodosia's eyes followed Carruther's retreating little figure till it reached the House of Little Children and disappeared from view. What had she, Theodosia Baxter, to do with houses of little children? Since when had they possessed attractions for her held her tender, brooding gaze? What was she doing here now, gazing? Theodosia Baxter!
Not that Theodosia ever got angry. Neither did she laugh at him. She met his arguments and pleadings seriously enough, but she never wavered. "If you go to Manitoba, Wes, you'll go alone," she said. "I'll never go, so there is no use in any more talking." Wesley was a descendant of old Henry Ford too. Theodosia's unexpected opposition roused all the latent stubbornness of his nature.
"If I could do that " began Miss Theodosia's thought, then broke off hastily as the mental vision of herself in the act of bein' a steam whistle appeared to her. "You do it this way," explained Evangeline, inserting a forefinger in each corner of her mouth and preparing to steam-whistle. "No, no, I don't do it any way!" Miss Theodosia protested smilingly.
"Mercy gracious, I never s'posed you'd go an' worry! I thought I thought you'd jus' be pur-roud." Actually, Evangeline was crying now. Miss Theodosia's disapproval vanished instantly. With a sweep of her arms, she gathered a forgiven Evangeline in. The Man Person stood outside the little zone of feminine emotion, but he had his own brand.
Isn't anybody going to say aye?" The joyous chorus of "I's"! The jubilant waving of every little Flagg! For the moment, the gorgeous tinseled parade was forgotten in the vaster anticipative glories of the show. Miss Theodosia's heartstrings throbbed a little louder but tunefully. She had forgotten her skirts. Shows begin early and last long. Miss Theodosia's show began at the opening of the gates.
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