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From: | Vincent Jamison |
Subject: | witty willing |
Date: | Sun, 20 Aug 2006 09:06:14 -0400 |
Thompson say,Sweetums, and Aunt Ellice say
Honey-boy!
Mother gave Marigold a little scolding in the
morning. She turned andlooked down on the old vine-hung house and the harbour
beyond. She was quite ready to turn away when Gwen said,Weve seen all we can see
here.
The sense of cleavage deepened as she grew older,
instead ofdisappearing.
Mother who was looking so pretty and blooming this
fall. Until she could be revived andcalmed nobody had any time to spare for Gwen and
Marigold.
He used to make me weep six times every Sunday,
sighed MissAmelia Martin. Aunt Ellice was not handsome, but as old Mr.
Some impulse she couldnot resist drew her to the
manse.
Gwen turned to see why Marigold was shaking with
laughter. Gwen stopped sniffling and pricked up her ears. Soshe didnt see why she
should be dragged out to hear a foreignmissionary speak.
I asked Vera Church and she said she thought
thatswhat it was.
It was ME found that mouldy old dress and made
Marigoldput it on. And to-morrow she would go up the hill and tryst again with
Sylvia.
Now, get that through your dippy old head and
stopmaking a fuss over nothing. I wonder if it would do any good to pray about it,
she thoughtwearily and concluded it wouldnt. It would be of no use to prayagainst a
minister, of course.
Now, why should Em Stanton be so suddenlyinterested
in her feelings towards Mr. Would this be the last Christmas she would ever spend
with Mother?
So Marigold had no further grudge against
Clementines picture.
Youd like to boilme in oil and pick my bones, but I
dont care THAT that for you,you fat old COW.
And Gwen snapped her fingers under outraged Queen
Victorias verynose. And what a lovely, lovely white dress with apale, seraphic-blue
girdle hanging to the hem of it!
The orchard wasfull of fine, faint blue shadows on
the snow. After all, thereWAS something nice about Uncle Klon.
Shemust never ever think of being
married.
Marigold was very very thankful and told God so.
Lovely lowlaughter was everywhere, drifting out over the lawn in front andthe
flower-garden behind. That exactly expressed Marigolds feelings towards Mr.
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