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At that moment Josephine re-entered with the coat and hat which she put down on a chair near the dressing table. "Anything else, Madame?" "No, Josephine, you needn't wait." "Oui, Madame." When the girl had left the room Fanny said: "Josie's an awfully nice girl. Where did you get her?" Before her sister could answer the question the door opened and the master of the house entered.
We tried to keep it hot for you, and if it's cold it's your own fault." "I was talking with Mr. Kauffman," pouted the girl, who seemed a mere child. "I've a good notion to order another breakfast." "If you do, cook will tell your father." This threat seemed effective. The girl, with a sour face, began eating, and the maid came over to take Josie's order.
Hubbard was dressed in a smart new calico, with a cap, made by Elinor, and was then seated in the best rocking-chair. As for Patsey, herself, she could not think of wearing the elegant new dress, Uncle Josie's present that was much too fine; she preferred what had now become her second-best a black silk, which looked somewhat rusty and well-worn.
They all exclaimed and admired them as much as he could wish, then Grandma said suddenly: "But what did you do with the coat, Willy?" "The coat?" repeated Willy in a bewildered way. "Yes; the coat. Did you take it over to Josie's an' leave it? If you did, you must go right back and get it. Did you?" "No." "Why, what did you do with it?" "I didn't do anything with it."
"No," said I, "unless you particularly wish it; we shall go home." "Mr. Barslow," said one of the maids, "you are wanted at the telephone." "Is this you, Al?" said Jim's voice over the wire. "I'm up here at Josie's, and I am afraid there's trouble with her father. When we got here we found him gone. Hadn't you better go out and look around for him?"
It was, indeed, a freight receipt for "one piece of furniture, boxed," to be shipped to John O'Gorman, Washington, D. C, The sender was described as "Miss J. O'Gorman, Dorfield." There was no questioning Josie's veracity, but she called the black servant to substantiate her story. "Yes, Miss Josie," said Uncle Eben, "I done took de box to de freight office an' got de receipt, lak yo' tol' me.
There was no longer the least doubt in the collective mind of the town as to the inclination of Josie's affections. Nat himself gave evidence of his appreciation of the gravity of the situation, managing by some admirable diplomacy to evade the issue until the very last moment.
Angie and Josie returned, torn by distrust but unable to resist the fascination of the stranger in our village. And there's no denying the boy was good-looking and a gentleman by birth: a being alien to their experience of men. He had filled one glass and was tincturing it with syrup when he caught again that confiding smile of Josie's, full upon him as the beams of a noon-day sun.
As she spoke, Miss Cameron took from the lace at her throat a pretty pin of aquamarine, and fastened it like an order on Josie's proud bosom; then lifting the happy little face, she kissed it very tenderly, and watched it go smiling away with eyes that seemed to see into a future full of the trials and the triumphs which she knew so well.
Josie's piece-speaking talent was evidently a direct inheritance. Some might call it a taint. Two days before one of Josie's public appearances her mother would twist the child's hair into innumerable rag curlers that stood out in grotesque, Topsy-like bumps all over her fair head. On the eventful evening each rag chrysalis would burst into a full-blown butterfly curl.
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