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Grandma's last and largest braided rug lay on the hearth, and her brass candlesticks adorned the bureau, over the mirror of which was festooned a white muslin skirt, tied up with Merry's red sash.
Valetta said Fergus had tried to stop it, but there had certainly been one effect, namely, that Adrian was less disposed to be "Merry's" shadow than heretofore, and seemed inclined instead to take up with the other seniors. One thing, however, was certain. Gerald enjoyed a good deal more consideration among the Clipstone damsels than before.
We may call it inheritance, but it may be that we evolve from our knowledge and fears the very thing we would avert if we were left free." Sister Angela bent forward. She whispered as if she felt the necessity of secrecy. "What do you mean?" "Sister, can you not see? Suppose it were possible for me to take Merry's child without the knowledge of its inheritance from the father.
"Better make a new rule to have ten members, and admit both Bob and Tom Grant," said Ralph, whereat Grif grinned and Joe scowled, for one lad liked Merry's big brother and the other did not. "That's a good idea! Put it to vote," said Gus, too kind-hearted to shut the door on any one.
He had paused to speak with this man when he noticed on the opposite side of the street several youngsters who seemed to be having something of a hilarious time. "They're pretty well started," observed Bronson, noting Merry's glance; "but they're still able to keep out of trouble. One chap is pretty full." "I know him," said Frank. "I know the fellow who has him by the arm."
He was an almost mediaeval figure, Howard thought a woodman five centuries ago would have looked and spoken much the same; he knew nothing of the world, or the thoughts and hopes of it; he was almost as much of the soil as the very woods themselves, in his dim mechanical life; was man made for that after all? How did that square with Miss Merry's eager optimism?
But as they were ascending the broad, low stairs, Merry turned and glanced at Maggie and smiled at her, and Maggie smiled back at Merry. Oh, that smile of Merry's, how it caused her heart to leap! Aneta, try as she would, could not take Merry Cardew quite away from her. Cicely and Merry had a bedroom together. Two little white beds stood side by side. The drugget on the floor was pale blue.
Something made the old nursery hymn come into Merry's head, and humming to herself, "In works of labor or of skill I would be busy too," she tied on her cap, shouldered her broom, and fell to work so energetically that she soon swept her way through the chambers, down the front stairs to the parlor door, leaving freshness and order behind her as she went.
He showed his cards and raked in the pot. With a savage cry, M. Montfort flung his hand aside, leaped to his feet, sprang at Frank, and struck for Merry's face. The blow was parried, and he was knocked down instantly. A sailor, pale and shaking, came dashing into the room and whispered a word in the captain's ear.
When I run over for my trip four years from now, I'll look you up, and see how you are getting on," said Gus, with a hearty shake of the hand; and the younger lads grinned cheerfully, even while they wondered where the fun was in shaping clay and chipping marble. "Shall you stay four years?" asked Merry's soft voice, while a wistful look came into her happy eyes.
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