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"I'm glad enough to be here without it." "G-glad to hev you in any fixin's, Cynthy," he said, giving her arm a little squeeze, and by that time they were up the hill and William Wetherell quite winded. For Jethro was strong as an ox, and Cynthia's muscles were like an Indian's. They were among the glories of Main Street now.
"And so it's hurt that I am, and not sick," she sighed at last. "Well, I'm glad of that." "G-glad, Pollyanna?" asked her aunt, who was sitting by the bed. "Yes. I'd so much rather have broken legs like Mr. Pendleton's than life-long-invalids like Mrs. Snow, you know. Broken legs get well, and lifelong-invalids don't."
T-throw back yore haid an' remember you got dominion." Dillon shifted the conversation, embarrassed eyes on the floor. "How's Miss Tolliver?" "G-gettin' well fast. On the porch yesterday. Everybody in town stopped to say how g-glad they was to see her out. Been havin' the time of her life, June has. Mollie's always right good to sick folks, but she c-ce'tainly makes a pet of June." "I'm glad.
"I'm glad enough to be here without it." "G-glad to hev you in any fixin's, Cynthy," he said, giving her arm a little squeeze, and by that time they were up the hill and William Wetherell quite winded. For Jethro was strong as an ox, and Cynthia's muscles were like an Indian's. They were among the glories of Main Street now.
"I'm g-glad," said Paulette; and the word jerked out of her, and my arms jerked nearly out of me. In the dark the wagon had hit something that felt like nothing but a boulder in the middle of my decent road. The wagon stopped dead, with an up-ending lurch, and nothing holding it to the horses but the reins. Why on earth they held I don't know.
The tears were in Thelma's eyes too, and she hastened to put her arm round Britta's waist, and tried to soothe her by every loving word she could think of. "Hush, Britta dear! you must not cry," she said tenderly. "What did Philip say?" "He said," jerked out Britta convulsively, "that I was a g-good little g-girl, and that he was g-glad I wanted to g-go!"
There was a second sob, of another caliber than the first; timid fingers brushed his, and a hand, warm and fragile, closed upon his own in a passion of relief and gratitude. "Oh, I am so g-glad!" It was Dorothy Calendar's voice, beyond mistake.
"G-good evenin', M-Miss Mildred," said he; "I'm g-glad to see you lookin' so ch-cheerful." The tone was hearty, and with a dash of chivalrous sentiment rarely heard in a smithy. His look of half-parental, half-admiring fondness was touching to see. "Oh, Uncle Ralph," she replied, "I am never melancholy when I see you. You have all the cheerfulness of this spring day in your face."
I didn't quite catch it." "No! It sort er st-stuck on the way; 'h-help me' is pretty hard to say sometimes. I t-t-tell you, b-boys, there was millions of 'em, an-and I guess I shot a barrel full. When I saw that b-big flight coming, I wished you were here, and then I was g-glad you were not. For I w-wanted to see h-how many I should get.
"Now what are you crying for?" demanded Katherine, coming upon Hinpoha all by herself in the woods. "Be-c-cause I'm s-so g-glad," said Hinpoha from the depths of a thankful heart. "You make me tired," said Katherine, and brushed a tear out of her own eye. Once the tide was turned the Captain mended fast.
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