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The younger, a boy of about six, held one ear of a large jar full of meal, and the other was carried by his sister, whose apparent age was eight. They were plodding slowly along, as if afraid of spilling their meal, for the jar was pretty full. "Well, Cis, thou hast there a load!" was Margaret's greeting. The little girl turned her head to see who spoke, but she only said gravely, "Ay."
But how now? Is all told?" "Ay," whispered his wife. "So! And why these tears? Tell me, my maid, was not she good to thee? Doth she seek to take thee into her own keeping?" "Oh no, sir, no," said Cis, still kneeling against the motherly knee and struggling with her sobs. "No one is to guess. I am to be Cicely Talbot all the same, till better days come to her."
And as it swung, Big Tom caught the movement of it, faced round, and stood staring, seeing the books, but not comprehending just yet how they came to be outside his window, or for whom they were intended. And Johnnie, his face distorted by an agony of anxiety, kept his eyes on Barber. "Ha-a-a-a!" Cis broke in, scornfully. "He's been asking old Grandpa questions, Johnnie!
Richard Talbot, however, had seen the packet which his wife was holding, and her anxious, perplexed countenance, and the perilous atmosphere of suspicion around him made it incumbent on him to turn to her and say, "What means this, mother? Is it as Cis would have me believe, a mere childish quarrel that I may pass over? or what is this packet?"
"But there was something, was there not, to be borne?... God forgive me, I had forgot that I have a brother!" Cecily, whose courage was ebbing, began to deal in evasions. "Indeed I know not as to thy brother. I am not sure ... mayhap I did not hear him named.... They said so many things all might not be true." Damaris arose from the settle. "I will have thy meaning, Cis.
"What y' got there?" he demanded. He flung his coat from him, to light upon the table, where it covered those other flowers which were of cotton. "R roses," faltered Cis, her voice scarcely audible. Now the longshoreman came to loom over them. "Where 'd y' git 'em?" he asked next, staring at the bouquet almost wildly. "You you remember the the Mr. Perkins?"
As Father Pat listened to all this, leaned against the door with his ear cocked, he hoped with all his heart for the triumph of right over might. "And I can but stand by t' give consolation and bear witness!" he mourned, though how he was bearing witness was not apparent. "Oh, stop them! Stop them!" pleaded Cis, a hand over each ear, for her courage was lessening.
Then having filled the teakettle and stirred the breakfast cereal into the big, black pot, he flung himself down upon his mattress with a weary grunt. Barber smiled. The boy was tired. For once some real work had been done around the place. "You better git t' bed early, too," he remarked to Cis. As advice from him always amounted to a command, she disappeared at once.
Austin on the Psalms, and, of course, she could detect nothing that she disapproved, even if Cis had not been far too much absorbed by the little dog and its mistress to have any comprehending ears for theology. Queen Mary confidentially observed as much to her after the reading, having, no doubt, detected her uneasy glance. "You need not fear for your child, madam," she said; "St.
Poor Cis, she knelt gazing perplexed into the embers, now and then touching a stick to make them glow, till Nat, the chief of "the old blue bottles of serving-men," came in to lay the cloth for dinner, exclaiming, "So, Mistress Cis!
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