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Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 1142    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

not too br

nature's d

t sorrows, s

love, kisses, t

d porch. She had seen him between the leaves, as he came striding up the walk, but gave a very natura

ted Robert, turning around

scissors in every direction as she flew down the steps and o

hich met his were so innocent and wide opened, the little white face so

Yes, oh, yes," catching his arm as he started away again,

e said gently, "Well, get your

back somewhat rakishly on her head. "Aunt Amelia is cross. She want

r frivolity. "Perhaps you think I should have stayed

said in an offended tone, "Oh, well, if that's t

hether you shall or shall not wash your aunt's hair, but if you m

e as she said, "Perhaps I was rude, but if you had to live with Aunt Amelia and w

to quarrel with you to-day, little girl. You may be as

ly at him, but the calm, impersonal glance she met, quell

ldn't live on my pittance anywhere else,-but I do, truly I do, earn my bo

y interposed; "the apology wil

d her into the boat, and taking off h

muscular development of his arms and chest, the straight, clean-cut features in a face that in repose was somewhat grave and stern,

was holding pleasurable communion with himself, absorbed in the contemplation of his usefulness when once he had entered upon that mission for which he

he had met her, and he had only occasionally had glimpses of her real character. There were times when he distinctly

little gracious act, that would cause him to repent of his harsher judg

so tender and childish, that for some reason he would have been unable to explain, a great wave

as they lap the waves." Then, in a more sprightly manner,-"It has the effect of shaded lights a

any connection with me. Even Aunt Amelia I view through that rosy mist, and conjure up the kind things she might have done, the tender words she might hav

n?" as s

and the pungent odor of kerosene oil is all that remains of them. The music stops with a las

s of you and you

ughts and go home, and q

nd said: "Sometimes I light the piano-lamp, and star

e, Meg remarked softly, "I feel that I could wash and

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