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Why the very idea! It makes me perfectly miserable to see girls cry. You mustn't, you know. Look at me, Nance! Smile at me this minute!" But Nance's head was down on her desk, and she was past smiling. "I'll do anything you say!" cried Mac, dropping on his knees beside her. "I'll 'fess up to the governor. I'll go on the water-wagon. I'll cut out the races.
"Oh, 'tis not come to the worst yet," said Shoni. The doors continued to bang and the windows to rattle all through that day and the greater part of the next, and it was not till the evening of the third day that Valmai ventured to put on her cloak and pay a visit to Nance's cottage. The tide was low as she crossed the Rock Bridge, and there was no danger, therefore, from the waves.
I don't mind them so much if they're kept down at old Nance's, for then when Justin goes to see them I can go too and make old Nance tell me some of her queer stories. For Pat was very much fascinated by the old woman and her talk more than he quite knew indeed. He put down the whole of his amiability to Justin to his wish to follow his aunt's good advice. Justin was struck by Pat's forbearance.
I swallow a curl every time I speak to her." "Well," said Mrs. Snawdor, "companions ain't in my line, but I got sense enough to know that when a woman's so mean she's got to pay somebody to keep her company, the job ain't no cinch." Nance's new duties, compared with those at the bottle factory, and the sweat-shop seemed, at first, mere child's play.
"Annybody'd think Fidy's fits was ketchin'," she complained indignantly to Uncle Jed. "That there front room of mine ain't doin' anybody no good," suggested Uncle Jed. "We might let Nance have that." So to Nance's great joy she was given a big room all to herself. The slat bed, the iron wash-stand, the broken-legged chair, and the wavy mirror were the only articles that Mrs.
As I was telling you " Nance passed into the darkened room and closed the door softly. The patient was evidently asleep; so she tiptoed over to the window and slipped into a chair. On each side of the open space without stretched the vine-clad wings of the hospital, gray now under the starlight. Nance's eyes traveled reminiscently from floor to floor, from window to window.
"I should think you would remember that Professor Green was at his death's door before you began making plans for a jubilee," admonished Nance. But Judy, too intoxicated with her visions to notice Nance's reproof, continued: "They would have it in May, of course, when the weather is warm and everything is in bloom.
I must have somebody I can depend upon to look after young Clarke for the next twenty-four hours. It's not only the complication with his appendix; it's his lungs." "You mean he's tubercular?" "Yes." Nance's eyes widened. "Does he know it?" "No. I shall wait and tell his father. I wouldn't undertake to break the news to that mother of his for a house and lot!
Meanwhile, General Hampton, who had conjectured that I would try to get the train across the James by the pontoon-bridge at Deep Bottom, began concentrating all his troops except Lomax's brigade, which was to confront the head of my column on the river road, in the vicinity of Nance's Shop.
Not that it ever did him any good when it was limber, but I always feel mean when I see it sticking out straight when he sits down." This was a bit of feminine wile on Nance's part, and it had the desired effect. Dan, always vulnerable when his sympathy was roused, reluctantly included Birdie in the invitation. On the Saturday night appointed, the three of them set out for the skating rink.
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