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"Thou shouldst have let father tell thy purpose in his own way," said Susan. "Ah! mother, I am an indiscreet simpleton, not fit for such a work as I have taken in hand," said poor Cis. "Here hath my foolish tongue traversed it already!"
"So 'tis thought, but somewhere in prison in the north. There have been no tidings of his death; but my Lady Queen, you'll remember, treats the marriage as nought, and has made offer of herself for the misfortune of the Duke of Norfolk, ay, and of this Don John, and I know not whom besides." "She would not have done that had she known that our Cis was alive." "Mayhap she would, mayhap not.
Blanche made a moue, saying poutingly, while feeling that a billet-doux was safe in her pocket: "I was due at the Tottenham's this morning: Cis was coming shopping;" which was a romance of the moment. "Tell John to drive around to Gloucester Square, and you can take her with you." "No, I shall not. What do you want Sir Tilton for? Might be Vanderbilt, the fuss you make over him."
The only drawback was that Humfrey had promised to come home after this present voyage, to see whether his little Cis were ready for him; and his father was much disposed to remain at home, receive him first, and communicate to him the obstacles in the way of wedding the young lady.
This stunned him. Then he replied, very low, "That was good of her," and Cora noticed that even with the fresh wind blowing in his face he had grown very pale. "Cis writes you are going to be married at the beginning of October," she said, to change the conversation. "I do hope you will be awfully happy. It is so exquisite to be in love, isn't it? I adore being engaged!"
"None o' that foolish business," went on Barber; then to Cis, noticing her paleness, perhaps. "What's eatin' you?" "Nothing. I feel tired to-night," she answered weakly. "Go t' bed." She went, and as if she was grateful to get away, though the sun was still shining on the roofs of the houses opposite. She did not even glance at Johnnie, and shut herself in.
Action he fairly craved it. And continued those out-of-the-ordinary jobs. The cupboard shelves had not been cleaned this long time. He scrubbed them, and turned Cis's fancifully scissored shelf-papers. He washed the chairs, including the wheeled one. Each day, he worked till dark, then went to the roof. There, as he walked about, taking the air, he invariably thought about Cis.
"Why look you so sadly at me, sweet mother?" she cried, as Susan made ready her hair, and assisted her in all the arrangements for which her shoulder was still too stiff; "you do not fear that they will hurt my arm?" "No, truly, my child. They have tender and skilful hands." "May be they will tell me the story of my parents," said Cis; "but you need never doubt me, mother.
"Maybe they don't have girl scouts any more," she suggested. "Aw, I don't care a snap 'bout girl scouts!" he answered. "Cis, he called me 'old fellow' I like it! And he's twenty-one. And you just ought t' see the shirt he wears! not with little flowers on it, like Mike Callaghan's. And, oh, Cis, he never even s'pected that I cook, or wash, or do anything like that!
When her mother married Tom Barber, she had moved out of her birthplace and into the area building. And that was all there was to tell, except that her own full name was Narcissa Amy Way. "Cute!" declared One-Eye, going a beet-red. "Have you got a mother?" asked Cis. "Both dead," answered One-Eye, knowing that the two would understand what he meant. "Three orphans," returned Cis.
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