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I came along behind them across the Parade Ground and Eva called me. I didn't like Trix before, and I tried to get away. "'I've got to hurry, Eva, I said. 'Mrs. MacCall is waiting for this soap-powder. "'I should think you Corner House girls could afford to hire somebody to run your errands, if you've got all the money they say you have, says Trix Severn just like that!"
The girls had purchased a new dress for Mrs. MacCall, and had furnished out Uncle Rufus from top to toe in a suit of black clothes, with a white vest, in which he could wait at table on state and date occasions, as well as wear to church on Sundays. There were, of course, small individual presents from each girl to these family retainers, and to Aunt Sarah.
Neale had driven out into the country for a neighbor, but had promised to come to the old Corner House about four o'clock. Almost always he took supper Saturday evening with the girls. Mrs. MacCall usually had fishcakes and baked beans, and Neale was extravagantly fond of that homely New England combination. As it chanced, none of the four Kenways but Ruth went shopping that afternoon.
"Goody-good!" squealed Dot. "That'll be fun!" "I don't know," said Ruth, slowly. "It's late now " "But there'll be no school, Ruthie," Tess teased. "Come on!" said Neale. "We can make a dandy." "Well! Let us put on our warm things and tell Mrs. MacCall," Ruth said, willing to be persuaded to get out into the white drifts.
She leaped from the box, scattering a trail of sticky feathers behind her. She made a single lap around the kitchen trying for an outlet, faster than any kitten had ever traveled before in that room. "Stop her!" shrieked Ruth. "My clean kitchen!" wailed Mrs. MacCall. "Looker dem fedders! looker dem fedders!" gasped Uncle Rufus. "She done got dem all stuck on her fo' sho'!"
Even Aunt Sarah came to the top of the stairs and wanted to know "if that young one was killed?" "No-o-o!" sobbed Dot, answering for herself. "No no-o-o, Aunt Sarah. Not yet." But Mrs. MacCall had brought the arnica bottle and the bruise was soon treated. While they were all comforting her, in staggered Neale with a number of rugs on his shoulder. "Hello!" he demanded. "Who's murdered this time?"
MacCall sat nearest the swing-door into the butler's pantry, although Uncle Rufus would seldom hear to the housekeeper going into the kitchen after she had once seated herself at the table. She always put on a clean apron and cap. At the other end of the table was Aunt Sarah's place. No matter how grim and speechless Aunt Sarah might be, she could not glare Mrs.
"Neale doesn't know he is here yet; but Ruthie has asked him to stay to supper " "With your permission, ma'am," said Mr. Sorber, with another flourish of his hat. "Oh, to be sure," agreed the housekeeper. "And Neale runned away from a circus when he came here," said the round-eyed Dot. "No!" gasped the housekeeper. "Yes, Mrs. MacCall," Tess hurried on to say.
"He has Mr. Murphy and the pig," said Dot, slowly. "But I like Neale. Only I wish he hadn't painted his hair so funny." "I'd like to have boxed his ears that I would!" said Mrs. MacCall, in vexation. "I thought gals was crazy enough nowadays; but to think of a boy dyeing his hair!"
"Of course we will, Mrs. MacCall," replied Tess. "And I'll take my Alice-doll. She needs an airing," declared Dot. "Her health isn't all that we might wish since that Lillie Treble buried her alive." "Buried her alive?" cried Neale. "Playing savages?" "No," said Tess, gravely. "And she buried dried apples with her, too.
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