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She was not allowed to take a lamp upstairs, so Ray Kennedy gave her a railroad lantern by which she could read at night. In winter this loft room of Thea's was bitterly cold, but against her mother's advice and Tillie's she always left her window open a little way. Mrs.
She moved away to the stove, and Margaret resumed her assault upon the stubborn ignorance of the father. "Think, Mr. Getz, what a difference all this would make in Tillie's life," she urged. "And you'd be learnin' her all them years to up and sass her pop when she was growed and earnin' her own livin'!" he objected. "I certainly would not."
"If he did come by, I couldn't bring him a line not even from the conjuror in High 'Oborn and Satan might make me put my hand to something binding, and I shouldn't be no better off. No; I don't see no way of getting back my ring and poor Tillie's cloak, nor yet getting rid of that goddess, any more than before. There's one comfort, I can't be any worse off than I am."
I don't know right how long it went that she was readin' before I seen the light, but it was near morning a'ready, and she'd burned near a whole candle out." "And mebbe you punished her?" the doctor inquired, holding his hand to Tillie's temples. "Well," nodded Mr. Getz, "I guess she won't be doin' somepin like that soon again.
So they planned, calmly ignorant that poor Christine's story and Tillie's and Johnny Rosenfeld's and all the others' were already written among the things that are, and the things that shall be hereafter. "You are very good to me," said Sidney. When she rose, K. Le Moyne sprang to his feet.
Far from thinking himself cruel, he was convinced that the oftener and the more vigorously he applied "the strap," the more conscientious a parent was he. His wife, Tillie's stepmother, was as submissive to his authority as were her five children and Tillie.
A wild thrill of rapture shot through Tillie's heart at his words. For an instant she looked up at him, her soul shining in her eyes. "Does he does HE care that much what happens to me?" throbbed in her brain. For the first time Fairchilds fully realized, with shame at his blind selfishness, the danger and the cruelty of his intimate friendship with this little Mennonite maid.
Tillie threw up her head and laughed; there was something sharp and wild about Tillie's laugh when it was not a giggle. "Oh, I guess Thea hasn't got time to do any showing off. Her time to show off ain't come yet. I expect she'll make us all sit up when it does. No use asking her to take the part. She'd turn her nose up at it.
"Tillie's not in the house. She's back in the barn." "In the barn!" "She didn't approve of all that went on there, so she moved out. It's very comfortable and clean; it smells of hay. You'd be surprised how nice it is." "The like of her!" snorted Mrs. McKee. "She's late with her conscience, I'm thinking." "Last night," K. remarked, hands on the wheel, but car stopped, "she had a child there.
Surely no one but Cinderella had ever been so beautiful! And how different, too, were her clothes from those of the other young ladies of New Canaan, and, oh, so much prettier though not nearly so fancy; and she didn't "speak her words" as other people of Tillie's acquaintance spoke.
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