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So a large shawl was brought, and carefully wrapped about Gracie's little slender figure; and she made the short journey in her father's strong arms, the doctor and Lulu going on before, hand in hand, chatting and laughing merrily. Max heard them, and threw open the parlor-door just as they reached it. Then what a surprise for the little girls!
"Papa is very happy in having such loving, trustful little daughters," he said, passing his hand caressingly over Gracie's golden curls. It was a most joyful surprise to Max when, on the following Saturday, his father and sisters walked in upon him, as he left the dinner table full of life and pleasure at the thought of the half holiday that had just begun.
Then he drew rein, and obliged the horses to walk; he had by this time resolved on probing the wound, if there was one. "I wish I knew just how much of a villain that man is." These were the somewhat startling words which broke his silence. "What man?" Yet the very tones of Gracie's voice indicated that she knew of whom he was speaking. "That man, Ellis! Professor, I think he is called.
He began to elaborate the tune, accompanying it with his left hand, to Gracie's huge delight, "Here we come into a minor key," he said, speaking obviously and exclusively to Gracie; "this is Avery when she is cross and inclined to be down on a fellow. And here we begin to get a little excited and breathless; this is Avery in a tantrum, getting angrier and angrier every moment." He hammered out his impertinent little melody with fevered energy, protest from Gracie notwithstanding. "No, you've never seen her in a tantrum of course. Thank your lucky stars you haven't! It's an awful sight, take my word for it! She calls you a brute and nearly knocks you down with a horsewhip." The music became very descriptive at this point; then gradually returned to the original refrain, somewhat amplified and embellished. "This is Avery in her everyday mood sweet and kind and reasonable, the Avery we all know and love with just a hint of what the French call 'diablerie' to make her tout-
I do wish our house were not all torn up, so that I could go home with you, and leave Newport and all its bothers behind." "Well, Lillie, you could go, and stay with me at Gracie's," said John, brightening at this proposition. "Dear Gracie, so she has got a house all to herself; how I shall miss her! but, really, John, I think she will be happier.
Gracie's cheeks were crimson, her violet eyes blazing with resentment; and Avery, dreading an outburst, laid a gentle restraining hand upon her shoulder for an instant. The action was well-meant, but its results were unfortunate. Gracie impulsively seized and kissed the hand with enthusiasm. "All right, Avery dear," she said with pointed docility. Mr.
"There, pet, that will do," said Violet, laughing, as she returned a hearty kiss, then gently disengaged the child's arms from her neck; "we must make haste to array you in them before the tea-bell rings," and taking Gracie's hand, she led her toward the bed.
"Yes: we will go some day soon to the city, and choose some fine engravings for your rooms, Max's and Gracie's; furniture, too, carpets, curtains, and new paper for the walls." "Oh, but that will be delightful!" she exclaimed. "Papa, you are just too good and kind for any thing." Max, who was near at hand, had overheard. "That's so!" he said. "I suppose you mean that I am to go too, papa?"
They thought they were keeping very quiet, but Lu's "Oh!" had wakened her father and Violet and they were lying quietly listening and laughing softly to themselves. There was a rustle of paper, then Gracie's voice in a loud whisper, "Oh another dolly for me! and I just know it's lovely! I can feel its hair, and its dress; it's all dressed!" Then Lulu's, "A potato! just a horrid, raw Irish potato!
"Oh, how lonely it does seem without papa! our dear, dear papa!" was Gracie's waking exclamation. "I wish he could live at home all the time like other children's fathers do! When will he come again, Lulu?" "I don't know, Gracie; I don't believe anybody knows," returned Lulu sorrowfully. "But you have no occasion to feel half as badly about it as I."
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