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She has some nervous crochet in her head." "Is she really ill?" the father asked in alarm. "She has some cold and a little fever. Don't excite her." They walked away together. The doctor found Zay's fever much higher and she was in a state of great excitement. "Oh, what has happened," she cried. "What was papa so angry about? And you took him away "
And she also thought my voice was " Marguerite paused, afraid of being too presuming. "Worth cultivating, was not that what she said? It is a contralto that can express profound depths of feeling. I had it years ago and your father was wild over it. He will be delighted. Zay's voice is a light soprano. She plays very well. Yes, you must take up music."
"Oh, Zay, you are a foolish little girl. But you have had all the admiration and love, and we must wait patiently until you understand that love can never be impoverished by giving. Think of this, pray for a generous heart, and let her love you." Aunt Kate was waiting in her room. And Zay's overcharged heart gave way to a passion of weeping on the friendly bosom.
Why they would soon be here and all have Christmas dinner together. There would be a great surprise with a fair young man who cared a great deal for her, and there were wonderful surprises that wouldn't make her happy at first. Here was a strange girl but she doesn't want to come. Gifts and friends, and this stout man your father," and she knew by Zay's face she had guessed right.
The second story rooms were ranged about an oval that gave a picturesque aspect. This and the sleeping rooms were toward the east; Mrs. Crawford had a passion for sunrise. On one side was Zay's room, adjoining it Aunt Kate's. Opposite, two guest rooms with bath and closets. It all seemed like some lovely description she had read of in books.
I do not yet see how Marguerite can forgive her for keeping her out off her birthright all these years; for dragging her through poverty and all kinds of menial labor; and here she was the caretaker's daughter! Think of it my child, Zay's sister! Even now when the child pleads for her so earnestly I cannot really forgive her. Will you pardon me for my outbreak?
"Well it will be very strange to have her here," remarked Miss Crawford. "But I warn you, Zay will always be the dearest to me." Twilight was falling around them. Mrs. Crawford would never have her own lights early. This was her favorite hour with her husband. Aunt Kate stole softly to Zay's room and found her sleeping tranquilly, the fever mostly gone.
Why, I feel as if I had run away on some secret expedition. Do I look guilty?" and she laughed softly. "You are to be my girl you know. Oh, I hope you wont think me exigent? I can't endure fussiness, and I do believe that I have given in to Zay's desires when I did not think them wise or necessary, rather than have any discussion. But Aunt Kate loves her so and she has been so good to me." Mrs.
Crawford went to Zay's room afterward and found her comfortable and better, with no recurrence of fever, and they had a pleasant little chat. The next morning a letter came from Phillipa, full of merry nonsense about gifts and gayety and lovers. She was very well, with the very underscored, and two engagements for every evening.
If it wasn't for the mother she might pass muster, and you know this is the most select of schools. That is one reason mother sent me here there was no chance of making undesirable acquaintances. For one thing, the terms are too high," and Louie Howe bridled. "Is this Miss Nevins at the highwater mark?" and there was a touch of sarcasm in Zay's tone.
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