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Then he added with a droll smile, "Lissy an' me sorter 'spected that Telly was the magnet that drew ye down here!" "I thank you for your confidence and consent," replied Albert gratefully, glad that he had spoken. "I am earning an income that is more than sufficient for two, and if Telly will say 'yes, I shall be the happiest man on earth. And now," he added, "let's go fishing, Uncle Terry."
"I thest cain't go to that old mill to-night, Sis' Johnnie," the little one pleaded. "Looks like I thest cain't." "I could tell Mr. Reardon, and he'd put a substitute on to tend her frames," Lissy spoke up eagerly. "You ask Pap Himes will he let us do that, Sis' Johnnie." Johnnie went past her mother, who appeared to be dozing, and into the dining room, where Himes was.
When the sun was low and they were ready to return he said, "Promise me, sweetheart, that you will try to forget all of your past that is sad, and think only of us who love you, and to whom your life is a blessing." That evening he noticed Uncle Terry occasionally watched her with wistful eyes, and, as on the evening before, both he and Aunt Lissy retired early.
Aunt Lissy soon followed and Albert was left alone with Telly. It looked intentional, but he was no less grateful for it. For a few moments he watched her, still intent on her work, and wondered what was in her mind. "Have you finished my sketches?" he said finally, feeling that was the most direct avenue to her thoughts.
Far to seaward the purple line of coming night was slowly creeping in, and side by side on the little knoll where stood a low white headstone, those two sat and watched her pass out of their lives. When only the wide ocean was visible and the line of shadow had crept up to the wave-washed rocks beneath them, Uncle Terry arose. "We'd best go in, Lissy," he said.
"Johnnie," called her mother's voice from the back of the rickety old wagon as the girl was turning in toward the steps. "Sis' Johnnie Sis' Johnnie!" crowed Deanie; and then she was aware of sober, eleven-year-old Milo climbing down over the wheel and trying to help Lissy, while Pony got in his way and was gravely reproved. She ran to the wheel and put up ready arms. "Why, honeys!" she exclaimed.
Hardwick to see that money be spent freely. Meantime there was reason for Johnnie Consadine, shut in the little sister's sick room day and night, to hear nothing of these matters. Lissy had been allowed to help wait upon the injured child only on promise that nothing exciting should be mentioned.
Why don't you get 'em of Clytemnerestera?" "I am hungry, Lissy. I have eaten nothing since dinner yesterday. I am famished!" and the young man in a state of remarkable exhaustion leaned against the tree. Melissa's heart was touched. In the bitter days of her gypsy life she had known the sensation he so artfully simulated.
The girl laughed scornfully, and Chad knew he was helpless. He could not explain, and they could not understand nobody had understood. "Aunt Betsey," he said, "you took Jack and me in, and you took care of me just as though I had been your own child. You know I'd give my life for you or Uncle Joel, or any one of the boys" his voice grew a little stern "and you know it, too, Lissy "
A squirrel ran halfway down the furrowed bark of the fallen tree, and there stopped. "We are waiting, Lissy," said the master, in a whisper, and the child smiled. Stirred by a passing breeze, the treetops rocked, and a long pencil of light stole through their interlaced boughs full on the doubting face and irresolute little figure. Suddenly she took the master's hand in her quick way.
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