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"My hair comes all to pieces," explained she; "or nelse I have a ribbon to tie it up with." "Are you glad to come back to Willowbrook, you precious little dear?" asked two or three voices. "Yes 'm," said Flyaway, doubtfully; "Y es um." "She doesn't remember anything about it, I guess," said Prudy, kneeling before the little one, and kissing the sweet place in her neck.
She did begin to wonder why she had not found Horace; still, she was not at all alarmed, and there was a dreadful din in the streets, which confused her thoughts. It seemed as if people were making it on purpose. Once, at Willowbrook, she had heard boys banging tin pans, grinding coffee mills, and pounding with mortars.
When they drove up to the quiet old homestead at Willowbrook, and somebody had taken the little baby, poor Mrs. Clifford threw herself into her mother's arms, and sobbed like a child. Everybody else cried, too; and good, deaf grandpa Parlin, with smiles and tears at the same time, declared, "I don't know what the matter is; so I can't tell whether to laugh or cry."
"You're bringing down trouble, I'm afraid, child," said Angeline, gravely, as she walked back and forth, doing her work. Mrs. Parlin, away off at Willowbrook, was at that moment bathing Mrs. Clifford's forehead. I think she might have dropped the sponge in dismay if she had known what pernicious nonsense was finding its way into Dotty's ears.
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