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She would have long yellow hair, Pennie decided, not plaited up in a pig-tail like her own and Nancy's, but falling over her shoulders in a nice fluffy way like the Lady Dulcibella's.
"They were just the same as Nancy's when they were bought," said Mrs Hawthorne; "but if you will stand on one side of your foot, Pennie, of course you wear them out more quickly." "I never mean to," said poor Pennie, gazing mournfully at the shabby shoe, "but it seems natural somehow." "Well, you must try harder to remember in future," said her mother.
"I don't so much mind about that," said poor Nancy dejectedly; "but I do so hate telling mother I've broken something else. I did mean not to break anything while she was away this time." "Mother's never really angry when we tell her," said Pennie, trying to give comfort. "I wish someone else had broken something, or done something wrong," continued Nancy. "It's so horrid to be the only one."
Pennie and Ethelwyn walked apart, and looked on with dignified superiority, while the others played the old games with rather more noise than usual.
"You will take care of him, won't you?" he said, drawing up very close to her and fixing earnest eyes upon her face, "and see that his gate is always fastened." Nancy was deeply engaged in painting a picture in the Pilgrim's Progress; she paused a moment to survey the effect of Apollyon in delicate sea-green, and said rather absently: "Of course I will. And so will Ambrose and so will Pennie."
"Won't you sit down?" she said; and Pennie having edged herself on to one of the high leather-covered chairs against the wall, she left her and returned to the group by the fire. Pennie examined them. "That must be Ethel," she thought, "and the tallest is Joyce, and the two with frocks alike must be Katharine and Sabine. It isn't nice of them not to take any notice of a visitor.
Ambrose wondered what Pennie would think of it, and wished she were at home that he might hear her opinion. "Of course he'll call you `David," said Nancy, "and I should think he'd often forget you're in the room at all. Wouldn't that be fun?" "Father's going to take me to see him to-morrow," said Ambrose. "Perhaps if he says very plainly `This is my son Ambrose, Dr Budge will remember."
In this way Pennie became aware of the very low state of the funds; there was indeed hardly anything beside her own contributions, and at this rate Miss Unity would never get her new mandarin. So far her plan had failed. "If only I could earn some money!" she said to Nancy.
So in his presence the subject was dropped; but Mrs Hawthorn and Nurse did not cease their conjectures, and there was one person who listened to their conversation with a feeling of the deepest guilt. This was Pennie, who just now was having a most miserable time of it, for she felt that it was all her fault.
There's Joyce, and Ethel, and Katharine, and Sabine." "What rum names!" said Ambrose; "all except Katharine; almost as queer as Ethelwyn." "They're not a bit like Ethelwyn to look at, though," said Pennie; "they're very neat and quiet, and I think not pretty." "I suppose Ethelwyn was pretty, but she wasn't nice," said Ambrose thoughtfully; "and what a sneak she was about the mandarin!"
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