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Updated: June 25, 2025
And she had bright days in which she really seemed to grow strong, and which deceived every body save Dr. Van Anden and herself. During one of those bright days Sadie came from school full of a new idea, and curled herself in front of Ester's couch to entertain her with it. "Mr. Hammond's last," she said. "Such a curious idea, as like him as possible, and like nobody else.
There were those in the room who never forgot that prayer of Ester's. Dr. Van Anden, entering hastily, paused midway in the room, taking in the scene in an instant of time, and then was on his knees, uniting his silent petitions with hers.
While Julia held steadily to her mother's side, and learned to do many helpful things, he had been stationed chief nurse in Ester's room, to see that she lacked for no tender care during the hours when others must be away from her. And those hours she had tenderly improved.
To engage in no amusement where my Savior could not be a guest. Had the small bit of card-board been a coal of fire it could not have been more suddenly dropped upon the marble before her than was this, as Ester's startled eyes took in its meaning. Who could have written those sentences? and to be placed there in a conspicuous corner of a fashionable store? Was she never to be at peace again?
Ester's round of home duties had been so constant and pressing, the rebound was extreme; it seemed to her that she could never bake any more pies and cakes in that great oven, and she actually shuddered over the thought that, if she were at home, she would probably be engaged in ironing, while Maggie did the heavier work.
I know well enough you'd say 'fiddlesticks' or 'nonsense, or some such word, and finish up with 'Just get out of my way." Now, although Ester's cheeks were pretty red over this exact imitation of her former ungracious self, she still answered briskly: "Very well, suppose I should make such a very rude and unmotherlike reply, fiddlesticks and nonsense would not shoot you, would they?"
"But, Abbie, did Aunt Helen really want you to have that pearl velvet we saw at Stewart's?" "She really did." "And you refused it?" "And I refused it." "Well, is that to be set down as a matter of religion, too?" This question was asked with very much of Ester's old sharpness of tone. Abbie answered her with a look of amazement.
He held up the bouquet which she had made for him. "I am going to put it before Ester's picture," he said; "her work is going on." "Well," said Gracie, "it is over, and we lived through it. And they did all come! I am amazed over that! And how they did eat! I suppose the next thing is to open all the windows and air out. Flossy Roberts, I'm afraid you are going insane.
Ester's love of beauty seemed likely to be fully gratified; she cast one eager glance around her, took in all the charming little details in a second of time, and then gave her undivided attention to this wonderful person before her who certainly was, in veritable flesh and blood, the much-dreamed over, much-longed for Cousin Abbie.
"Do you get down stairs at seven o'clock?" was Ester's only reply. "Yes, at six, or, at most, half-past. You see, if I am to make father as comfortable at home as he would be at a restaurant, I must flutter around a little." "Burns her cheeks and her fingers over the stove," continued Aunt Helen in a disgusted tone, "in order that her father may have burnt toast prepared by her hands."
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