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"But God is a Father. He is our Father in heaven," continued Hattie. Herbert was quite satisfied with Hattie's correction, and was then ready to agree with her, that his mother was the best mother in the world. Herbert was a very little boy, but he had been taught that God was more worthy of love than even his father or mother could be.
And if you think that Hattie's six rooms and bath and sunny, full-sized kitchen, on Morningside Heights, were trumped-up ones of the press agent for the Sunday Supplement, look in. Any afternoon. Tuesday, say, and Marcia just home from school. On Tuesday afternoon of every other week Hattie made her cream, in a large copper pot that hung under the sink.
Andrews exclaimed: "Before you go, repeat that passage from Rogers; then we will excuse you." With one hand clasping Hattie's, and the other resting on the back of her chair, Edna fixed her eyes on Mrs. Andrews's face, and gave the quotation.
Aqueous figures fading off in the orderly back-stage fashion of a well-established success. Hattie kissed the star. They liked each other with the unenvy of their divergent roles. Miss Robinson even humored some of Hattie's laughs.
It may have been minutes, it seemed to Emmy Lou hours, before there came a general up-rising. Hattie stood up. So did Sadie and Emmy Lou. Their skirts no longer stood out jauntily; they were quite crushed and subdued. There was a wild, hunted look in Hattie's eyes. "Watch the chance," she whispered, "and run." But it did not come.
For weeks Tiverton lay in a state of hushed expectancy; one miracle seemed to promise another. But Nicholas Oldfield's house was really closed; the windows shone blankly at men and women who passed, interrogating it. Young Nick and his Hattie had nothing to say, after Hattie's one unguarded admission that she didn't know what possessed father.
An' kingfishers, an' rabbits comin' down to drink, an', maybe, a deer." "And meadowlarks in the pasture," Saxon added. "And mourning doves in the trees. We must have mourning doves and the big, gray tree-squirrels." "Gee! that valley of the moon's goin' to be some valley," Billy meditated, flicking a fly away with his whip from Hattie's side. "Think we'll ever find it?"
But, just the same, Miss Robinson's hand flew up automatically against the dark of Hattie's lips. "I don't fade off, dearie. Your own natural skin is no more color-fast. I handled Elaine Doremus in 'The Snowdrop' for three seasons. Never so much as a speck or a spot on her. My cream don't fade." "Of course not, dear! How silly of me! Kiss me again." That was kind enough of her.
"You 've told me once or twice that your sister could sing. Bring her down here to me, and if she can do anything, I 'll get her a place on the stage," was Hattie's answer. When Kitty heard it she was radiant, but her mother only shook her head and said, "De las' hope, de las' hope." Kitty proved herself Joe's sister by falling desperately in love with Hattie Sterling the first time they met.
"Well, just try it," smiled Miss Maggie, helping her visitor into the luxurious fur coat. "You've no idea how much more comfort you'll take." "Would I?" Mrs. Hattie's eyes were wistful, but almost instantly they showed an alert gleam of anger. "Well, anyhow, I'm not going to try to do what those Gaylords do any longer. And and you're SURE Fred won't have to go to prison?"
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