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07 - Pink Chirk · Queen Hildegarde

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  Speaker 1: Bell Laura Elizabeth Hole Richards, Chapter seven, pink Chuk. One
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  Speaker 1: lovely morning, Hildergard stood at the back door feeding the fowls.
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  Speaker 1: She wore her brown gingham frock with the yellow daisies
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  Speaker 1: on it, and the daisy red hat, and in her
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  Speaker 1: hands she held her great yellow bowl full of yellow corn.
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  Speaker 1: So bright a picture she made that farmer Hartley, driving
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  Speaker 1: the ogs in a field, stopped for pure pleasure to
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  Speaker 1: look at her. Around her the docks and hands of
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  Speaker 1: fighting and squabbling, quaking, clacking and gobbling, And she flung
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  Speaker 1: the corn in golden showers on their heads and backs,
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  Speaker 1: making them nearly frantic with greedy anxiety. Well, hardy, said
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  Speaker 1: the farmer, leaning against bright massive side. Look putty slick
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  Speaker 1: in that girl. I must say, I reckon, there ain
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  Speaker 1: no set gown as that on fifth Aven. Eh. Indeed,
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  Speaker 1: I don't believe there is. Farmer Hartley replied Hinda, laughing merrily.
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  Speaker 1: At least I never saw one like. It tis pretty,
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  Speaker 1: I think, and so comfortable. And where are you going
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  Speaker 1: this morning with the mammoths down to the ten acre lot,
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  Speaker 1: replied the farm The men are making hay there to day.
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  Speaker 1: Jump into the rigging and come along, he added, Ye
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  Speaker 1: kin have a little ride and see the hay making.
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  Speaker 1: Put his side teas to my thinking, may I, cried
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  Speaker 1: Hilda eagerly. I am sure these fowls have had enough.
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  Speaker 1: Go away now, you greedy creatures. There we shall have
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  Speaker 1: all there is. And she emptied the bowl over the
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  Speaker 1: astonished dignitaries of the barnyard, laid it down on the
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  Speaker 1: settle in the pot, and jumped gaily into the rigging.
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  Speaker 1: As the great hay cart was called, How bright hoy sster,
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  Speaker 1: said the farmer, Touching one and then the other of
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  Speaker 1: the great black ogsen lightly with his cord, The huge
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  Speaker 1: beasts swayed from side to side, and finally succeeded in
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  Speaker 1: getting themselves and the cart in motion, while the farmer
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  Speaker 1: walked leisurely beside them, tapping and poking them occasionally and
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  Speaker 1: talking to them in that mystic language which only Ogsen
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  Speaker 1: and their drivers understand. Down the sweet country lane they
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  Speaker 1: went with the willows hanging over them, and the daisies
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  Speaker 1: and buttercups and meadows sweet running right all over the banks.
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  Speaker 1: Elder stood up in the cart and pulled off twigs
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  Speaker 1: from the willows as she passed under them, and made gallants,
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  Speaker 1: which the farmer obediently put over the ogs and snacks.
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  Speaker 1: She hummed little snatches of song and chatted gaily with
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  Speaker 1: her kind old host, for the world was very fair,
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  Speaker 1: and her heart was full of summer and sunshine and
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  Speaker 1: her have you always lived here? For Mahrtley, she asked,
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  Speaker 1: all your life? I mean, not all my life, replied
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  Speaker 1: the farmer, though put in eye teeth. I was ten
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  Speaker 1: years old when my uncle died, and father left sea
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  Speaker 1: faring and came home to the farm to live. Before that,
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  Speaker 1: we'd lived in different places, moving round like we was
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  Speaker 1: at sea, a good deal sailing with father when he
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  Speaker 1: went on pleasant voyages to the West Indies or sig
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  Speaker 1: But since then I ain't paen away much. I don't
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  Speaker 1: seem to find no pleasanter place than the old farm. Somehow,
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  Speaker 1: I don't believe there's any pleasanter place in the world,
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  Speaker 1: said Hilda warmly. I am sure I have never been
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  Speaker 1: so happy anywhere as I have here. Farm Ahartey looked
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  Speaker 1: up to the twinkle in his eye. You've changed tea views,
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  Speaker 1: some hardy haint ye, since the first day he came here.
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  Speaker 1: I didn't never think then, as I'll be giving you
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  Speaker 1: right in the hay, such a fine young lady as
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  Speaker 1: you was. Hilda gave him an imploring glance while the
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  Speaker 1: blood mounted to her temples. Please from a Hartley, she said,
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  Speaker 1: in a low voice, Please try to forget that first day.
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  Speaker 1: It isn't my views that have changed, she added, it
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  Speaker 1: is I myself. I don't I really don't think I
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  Speaker 1: am the same girl who came here a month ago. O,
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  Speaker 1: my girl, said the farmer hatily. I don't think he are.
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  Speaker 1: He walked along in silence for a few minutes, and
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  Speaker 1: then said, tis chorus, how folks can sometimes change themselves
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  Speaker 1: one way or the other. Didn't so with creatures, pleast
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  Speaker 1: so fast. I've observed the way they are born, that
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  Speaker 1: way they'll stay. Now look at them moogs, and when
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  Speaker 1: they were youngs tears hardly mourned calves. I began to
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  Speaker 1: train them creatures, and from the very first go off
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  Speaker 1: they took their queue and stuck to it. Starther would
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  Speaker 1: lay out and shake his head and pulled for all
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  Speaker 1: he was worth, as if there was nothing in the
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  Speaker 1: world to do but pull and bright. He'd wait till
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  Speaker 1: star was drawing good and solid, and then did as
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  Speaker 1: much as say, oh you can pull all that kim here, well,
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  Speaker 1: stick to it, my boy, and I'll managed to trifle
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  Speaker 1: along with the rest of the load. Oh hoish stir, Oh,
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  Speaker 1: bright it up, you old humbug, you six year old now,
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  Speaker 1: and even changed a mite in four years through draws
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  Speaker 1: you steady, and tried to spare the other every time.
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  Speaker 1: The green lane broke off suddenly, and such a blaze
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  Speaker 1: of sunlight flashed upon them that Hilda involuntarily raised her
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  Speaker 1: hand to shield her eyes. The great meadow lay opened
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  Speaker 1: before them, an undulating plain of gold. The haycocks looked
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  Speaker 1: dull and gray green upon it, but where the men
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  Speaker 1: were tossing the hay with their long wooden drags, it
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  Speaker 1: flashed pale golden in the sunlight and filled the air
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  Speaker 1: with flying glimbs. Also, the air was filled with sweetness
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  Speaker 1: of the hay, and every breath was a delight. Hilder
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  Speaker 1: stood speechless with pleasure, and the old farmer watched her
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  Speaker 1: glowing face with kindly gratification. Put it slightly, ain't it?
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  Speaker 1: He said, and then in a graver torone and removing
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  Speaker 1: his battered through heart. I don't never seem to see
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  Speaker 1: the glory of the Lord nore plainer than in a
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  Speaker 1: hay field a day like this, Yes, sir, if a
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  Speaker 1: man can't be a Christian on a farm in summer,
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  Speaker 1: he can't be eaten. Nowhere, amen, and Farmer Hartley put
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  Speaker 1: on his hat and proceeded straightway to business. Now, Huld,
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  Speaker 1: he said, here, ye be, I'm going to load up
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  Speaker 1: the shriggin, and he can stay round here as well
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  Speaker 1: if you like, and run home wheney like ye can
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  Speaker 1: find the way I reckon? Oh? Yes, said Hilda, Yes indeed,
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  Speaker 1: but I shall stay here for a while and watch you,
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  Speaker 1: and may not I toss the hay too a little.
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  Speaker 1: But her courage failed when she found that to do
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  Speaker 1: this she must mingle with a crowd of strange hair makers,
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  Speaker 1: and besides among them she saw the clumsy form and
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  Speaker 1: shock head of Caliban, as she had secretly named the
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  Speaker 1: clownish and sally nephew of her good host. These fellow's,
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  Speaker 1: the one bitter drop in Hilder's cup, everything else she
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  Speaker 1: had learned to like in the month which had passed
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  Speaker 1: since she came to Hartley's glen. The farmer and his
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  Speaker 1: wife she loved as they deserved to be loved. A
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  Speaker 1: little maid servant was her adoring slave, and secretly sewed
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  Speaker 1: her wood buttons on and mended her stockings as some
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  Speaker 1: small return for the lessons in crochet and fancy, nating
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  Speaker 1: that she had received from the skillful White Fingers, which
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  Speaker 1: were a perpetrol marvel to her. But Simon Hartley remained
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  Speaker 1: what she had at first taught him a sullen, boorish child.
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  Speaker 1: He was a malevolent child too, that thought, indeed, she
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  Speaker 1: was sure of it. She had several times seen his
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  Speaker 1: eyes fixed on his uncle with a look of positive hatred.
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  Speaker 1: And though Farmer Hartley was persistently kind and patient with him,
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  Speaker 1: trying often to draw him into conversation and make him
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  Speaker 1: join in the pleasant evening talks which they all enjoyed,
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  Speaker 1: his efforts were unsuccessful. This fellow came in, gobbled his food,
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  Speaker 1: and then went off, if his work was over, to
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  Speaker 1: hide himself in his own room. Hilda was quite sure
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  Speaker 1: that Nurse Lucie liked this off no better than she
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  Speaker 1: herself did, though the good woman never spoke impatiently or
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  Speaker 1: unkindly to him, And indeed it would be difficult for
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  Speaker 1: any one to like him, she thought, except possibly his
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  Speaker 1: own mother. Our Queen took presently her seat on a
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  Speaker 1: right royal throne of fragrant hay and gave herself up
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  Speaker 1: to the full delight of the summer morning and of
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  Speaker 1: the field of the cloth of gold, as she had
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  Speaker 1: instantly named the shining yellow plain, which more procyic souls
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  Speaker 1: knew as the ten acre lot. The hay rustled pleasantly
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  Speaker 1: as she nestled down on it, and made a little
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  Speaker 1: penthouse over her head to keep off the king or
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  Speaker 1: san arrows. There was a great oak tree trow which
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  Speaker 1: partly shedded this favored haycock, and on one of its
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  Speaker 1: branches a squirrel came running out, and then sat up
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  Speaker 1: and looked at Hildegard's bright inquisitive eyes. A maiden all
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  Speaker 1: brown and gold on a golden haycock. What strange apparition
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  Speaker 1: was this? Had she come for acorns? Did she know
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  Speaker 1: about the four young ones in the snug little house
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  Speaker 1: in the hollow just above the first branch, perhaps dreadful thoughts.
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  Speaker 1: She had heard of the maveless beauty of the four
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  Speaker 1: young ones and had come to steal them. Chip whisk
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  Speaker 1: and Madame squirrel was off up the branch like a
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  Speaker 1: streak of brown lightning, with its tail up. Hilda laughed
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  Speaker 1: at the squirrel's alarm, and then turned her attention to
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  Speaker 1: a large green grasshopper who seemed to demand it. He
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  Speaker 1: had alighted on herney and now proceeded to exhibit his
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  Speaker 1: different points before her, admiring grace with singular gravity and deliberation. First,
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  Speaker 1: he slowly opened his wings to show the delicate silvery
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  Speaker 1: goes of the underwings. Then as slowly clothed and demonstrating
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  Speaker 1: the perfect feet of his whole wing costume and the
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  Speaker 1: harmony of its colors. He next extended one leg, calling
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  Speaker 1: her attention to its remarkable length and muscular proportions. Then,
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  Speaker 1: lest she should think he had but one, he extended
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  Speaker 1: the other, and then gave a vigorous shope to both
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  Speaker 1: of them, to show her that he did not really
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  Speaker 1: need wings, but would get on perfectly well without them. Finally,
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  Speaker 1: he rubbed himself all over with his long antennae, and
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  Speaker 1: then pointing them full at her, and gazing at her
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  Speaker 1: with calm and dispassionate eyes, he said, plainly enough, and now, monster,
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  Speaker 1: what have you to show me? Hindergard was wondering how
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  Speaker 1: she could best dispelled as corne with which this majestic
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  Speaker 1: insect evidently regarded her, when suddenly something new appeared on
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  Speaker 1: her gown, something black, many legged, hairy, most hideous, something
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  Speaker 1: which rained fiftly but stealth thily, with a motion which
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  Speaker 1: sent a thrill of horror through her veins. She started
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  Speaker 1: up with a little shriek, shaking off the unlucky spider,
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  Speaker 1: as if it had been the black Death in concrete.
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  Speaker 1: Then she looked round with flaming cheeks to see if
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  Speaker 1: her scream had been had by the haymakers. No, they
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  Speaker 1: were far away and too busy to take heed of her.
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  Speaker 1: But the charm was broken when Hildegard had plenty of
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  Speaker 1: carriage of a certain sort, but she could not face
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  Speaker 1: a spider. The golden throne had become a siege perillous,
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  Speaker 1: and she abdicated in favor of the grasshopper and his
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  Speaker 1: and horrent visitor. What will she do Now the charm
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  Speaker 1: of the morning had made her idle and drowsy, and
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  Speaker 1: she did not feel like going home to help Miss
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  Speaker 1: Lucie in making the batter, for she often did so
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  Speaker 1: right good will. She looked dreamily around, her eyes, wandering
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  Speaker 1: here and there over the great meadow and the neat
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  Speaker 1: stone walls which bounded it. Presently she spied the chimneys
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  Speaker 1: and part of the red roof of a little cottage
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  Speaker 1: which peeped from a thick clump of trees just beyond
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  Speaker 1: the walls. Who lived in that cottage? Hilda wandered? Why
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  Speaker 1: should she not go and see? She was very thirsty,
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  Speaker 1: and there she might get a glass of water. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: perhaps it was Buble's cottage, where he and his mother
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  Speaker 1: and his sister Pink lived. Now she thought of it.
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  Speaker 1: Bubble had told her that she lived over beyond the
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  Speaker 1: Turrnck a lot. Of course, this must be the place.
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  Speaker 1: Slowly she walked across the meadow and climbed the wondering
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  Speaker 1: a good deal about the people whom she was going
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  Speaker 1: to see. She had often meant to ask Babola more
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  Speaker 1: about his sister with the queer name, but the lesson
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  Speaker 1: hour was so short and there were always so many
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  Speaker 1: questions for bable to ask and for her to answer,
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  Speaker 1: besides the regular lesson that she always forgot it till
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  Speaker 1: too late. Pink Chuck. What could a girl be like
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  Speaker 1: with such a name as that, Hilda fancied her stout
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  Speaker 1: Baxom maid up with very red cheeks and very black eyes. Yes,
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  Speaker 1: certainly the eyes must be black. Her hair, well, one
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  Speaker 1: could not be so sure about her hair, but there
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  Speaker 1: was no doubt about her wearing a pink dress and
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  Speaker 1: a blue cheked apron. And she must be smiling, bustling
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  Speaker 1: and energetic. Yes, Hilda had the picture of her complete
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  Speaker 1: in her mind. She wondered that this active, starring girl
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  Speaker 1: never came up to the farm, but of course she
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  Speaker 1: must have a great deal of work to do at home.
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  Speaker 1: By this time, Hindergad had reached the cottage, and, after
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  Speaker 1: a moment's hesitation, she knocked softly at the green painted door.
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  Speaker 1: No one came to open the door, but presently she
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  Speaker 1: had a clear, pleasant voice from within, saying, opened the
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  Speaker 1: door and come in please. Following this injunction, she entered
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  Speaker 1: the cottage and found herself directly in the sitting room
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  Speaker 1: and face to face with its occupant. This was a
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  Speaker 1: girl of her own age or perhaps a year old,
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  Speaker 1: sat in a wheeled chair by the window. She was
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  Speaker 1: very fair, with almost flaxen hair and frank, pleasant blue eyes.
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  Speaker 1: She was very pale, very thin. The hand that lay
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  Speaker 1: on her lap were almost transparent, but she wore a
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  Speaker 1: pink clichoored dress and a blue checked apron. Who could
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  Speaker 1: this be, and whoever it was, why did she sit
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  Speaker 1: still when a visit and a stranger came in. The
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  Speaker 1: pale girl made no attempt to rise, but she met
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  Speaker 1: Hindo's of surprise and inquiry with a smile which broke
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  Speaker 1: like sunshine over her face, making it for the moment
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  Speaker 1: positively beautiful. How do you do, she said, holding out
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  Speaker 1: her thin hand. I am sure you must be miss
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  Speaker 1: hilde Graham, and I am Bubble's sister. Ping please sit down,
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  Speaker 1: she added, I am so very glad to see you.
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  Speaker 1: I have wanted again and again to thank you for
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  Speaker 1: all your kindness to my Bubble, but I didn't know
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  Speaker 1: when I should have a chance. Did Babo show you
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  Speaker 1: the way? Hildegard was so astonished, so troubled, so dismayed,
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  Speaker 1: that she hardly knew what she was saying or doing.
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  Speaker 1: She took the slender fingers in her own for an
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  Speaker 1: instant and then sat down, saying hastily, Oh, no, I
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  Speaker 1: I found my way alone. I was not sure of
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  Speaker 1: its being your cottage, though I thought it must be
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  Speaker 1: from what Babo told me. She paused, and then, unable
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  Speaker 1: to keep back longer the words which sprang to her lips,
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  Speaker 1: she said, I fear you have been ill. You are
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  Speaker 1: so pale. I hope it has not been serious. Babo
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  Speaker 1: did not tell me. Pink Chack looked up with her
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  Speaker 1: bright sixmile Oh no, I have not been ill, she said.
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  Speaker 1: I am always like this. I cannot walk, you know,
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  Speaker 1: but I am very well. Indeed, you cannot walk, stammered Hilda.
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  Speaker 1: The girl saw her look of horror, and a faint
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  Speaker 1: color stole into her own cheek. Did not Babo selly?
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  Speaker 1: She asked gently, and then, as Hinda shook her head,
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  Speaker 1: it is such a matter of course to him, she said,
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  Speaker 1: he never thinks about it. I suppose, dear little fellow,
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  Speaker 1: I was run above when I was three years old,
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  Speaker 1: and I have never been able to walk since. Hinder
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  Speaker 1: that could not speak the thought of anything so dreadful,
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  Speaker 1: so overwhelming as this coming so suddenly too upon her
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  Speaker 1: seemed to take away her usually ready speech, and she
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  Speaker 1: was dumb gazing at the cheerful face before her with
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  Speaker 1: wide eyes of pity and dament. But Pink Chak did
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  Speaker 1: not like to be pitied as a rule, and she
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  Speaker 1: almost laughed at her visitor's horror, straightened face. We must
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  Speaker 1: not look, so, she cried. It's very kind of you
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  Speaker 1: to be sorry. But it isn't as if I were
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  Speaker 1: really ill. You know, I can almost turn on one foot,
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  Speaker 1: that is, I can bear enough for it on it
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  Speaker 1: to get from my bag to my chair without help.
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  Speaker 1: That is a great thing. And then when I am
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  Speaker 1: once in my chair, why I can go almost anywhere.
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  Speaker 1: Amma hardly gave me this chair, she added, looking down
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  Speaker 1: at it and patting the arm tenderly, as if it
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  Speaker 1: were a living friend. Isn't it a beauty? It was
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  Speaker 1: a pretty chair, made of cherrywood, with cushions of gay
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  Speaker 1: flowered chins, and Hilda, finding her voice again, praised it warmly.
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  Speaker 1: This is its summer dress, said Pink, her eyes sparkling
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  Speaker 1: with pleasure, and Anne, the cushions are covered with soft
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  Speaker 1: crimson cloth. Oh so pretty, and so warm looking. I
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  Speaker 1: am always glad when it's time to take the chink's
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  Speaker 1: covers off, and yet I am always glad to put
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  Speaker 1: them on again, she added, For the chinks is pretty true,
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  Speaker 1: I think. And besides, I know then that summer is
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  Speaker 1: really calm like summer, best, asked Tilda. Oh yes, she replied.
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  Speaker 1: In winter, of course I can go out, and sometimes
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  Speaker 1: it's a little long when Bubble is away all day,
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  Speaker 1: not very you know, but just a little. But in summer, oh,
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  Speaker 1: then I am so happy. I can go all round
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  Speaker 1: the place by myself and sit out in the garden
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  Speaker 1: and feed the chickens and take care of the flowers.
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  Speaker 1: And then on Sanday Bubble always gives me a good
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  Speaker 1: ride along the road. My chair moves very easily, only see.
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  Speaker 1: She gave a little push and propelled herself half way
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  Speaker 1: across the little room. At this moment, the inner door opened,
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  Speaker 1: and missus Chuk appeared, a slender, anxious looking woman with
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  Speaker 1: hair prematurely gray. She greeted Hilda with nervous cordiality and
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  Speaker 1: thanked her earnestly for her kindness to the ruber Bell.
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  Speaker 1: He ain't the same boy, miss Graham, she said, since
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  Speaker 1: you began giving him lessons. He used to fret and
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  Speaker 1: worry it cause there warn't no school, and he couldn't
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  Speaker 1: have gone to eat if there was. Pin Crozier learned
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  Speaker 1: him what she could. But we hain't many books, you see.
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  Speaker 1: But now why that boy comes into the house singing
• 19:28
  Speaker 1: and spouting poetry at the top of his lungs, just
• 19:32
  Speaker 1: as happy as a kitten with a spool. What was
• 19:35
  Speaker 1: that he was shouting this morning, pincrosia when he skathed
• 19:39
  Speaker 1: the old black haired nigh to death, charge for the
• 19:43
  Speaker 1: golden lilies upon them with the lance, murmured Pink with
• 19:46
  Speaker 1: a smile. Yes, that was it, said missus Jak. He
• 19:50
  Speaker 1: was looking out the window and pumping at the same time,
• 19:53
  Speaker 1: and spouting the verses too, and all of a suddenly
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  Speaker 1: cries out, where's the brood of dark hand scratching up
• 20:01
  Speaker 1: the sweet peas? Upon them with the lance, and he
• 20:04
  Speaker 1: lets go the pump handle, and it flies up and
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  Speaker 1: it fits the shelf and knocks off two plates and
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  Speaker 1: a cap, and Babo is off with the mob handle,
• 20:14
  Speaker 1: chasing the old black hen and making believe ran her
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  Speaker 1: through till she aenemost died of right well, there give
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  Speaker 1: me a turn, It truly did. She paused, rather sadly,
• 20:26
  Speaker 1: seeing that her hairs were both overcome with laughter. I
• 20:31
  Speaker 1: I am very shim missus Jack. The plates are broken,
• 20:35
  Speaker 1: said Hilda. But it must have been extremely funny, poor
• 20:39
  Speaker 1: old hen She must have been frightened, certainly, do you know?
• 20:43
  Speaker 1: She added? I think Bubble is a remarkably bright boy.
• 20:46
  Speaker 1: I am very sure that she will make her name
• 20:48
  Speaker 1: for himself, if only he can have proper training, presume, lightly,
• 20:53
  Speaker 1: said missus Jack, with melancholy satisfaction. His father was a
• 20:59
  Speaker 1: real smart man. There aren't no better haying hand in
• 21:02
  Speaker 1: the country than lowermy chuck. And I'm in hopes the
• 21:06
  Speaker 1: rouber bell will do as well, for he has a
• 21:09
  Speaker 1: good friend in Fammer Hartley. No boy couldn't have a
• 21:12
  Speaker 1: better eminence in the profession of haing. Was not precisely
• 21:16
  Speaker 1: what Hilda had meant, but she said nothing. And my
• 21:20
  Speaker 1: poor girl here, missus Jack, continued, after a pause. She
• 21:24
  Speaker 1: sits in her cheer hay times and other times we've
• 21:27
  Speaker 1: heard of our misfortune, Miss Graham Pink interposed quickly with
• 21:32
  Speaker 1: a little laugh, though her brows contracted slightly, as if
• 21:35
  Speaker 1: would pay Oh, yes, mother dear, she said, Miss Graham,
• 21:40
  Speaker 1: who has heard all about me and knows what a
• 21:43
  Speaker 1: very important person I am. But where is there an
• 21:46
  Speaker 1: that I was dwined for you? I thought you wanted
• 21:49
  Speaker 1: to begin with in this afternoon, Oh, exclaimed Hildergard. Never
• 21:53
  Speaker 1: mind the unrest, now, Pink, I want to give you
• 21:56
  Speaker 1: a little ride before I go back to the farm.
• 21:59
  Speaker 1: May she go, missus Chuck. It's such a beautiful day.
• 22:03
  Speaker 1: I'm sure the air will do her good. Do you
• 22:06
  Speaker 1: like it? Pink? Pink looked up with a flash of
• 22:09
  Speaker 1: pleasure on her pale cheek. Oh, she said, would I
• 22:13
  Speaker 1: like it? But it's too much for you to do,
• 22:15
  Speaker 1: Miss Graham? And without beautiful dress on through, cried missus Chip.
• 22:21
  Speaker 1: Get dusty on the wheel. I'm afraid I don't think.
• 22:24
  Speaker 1: Oh yes you do, cried Hilda, gaily, pushing the chair
• 22:28
  Speaker 1: towards the door. Bring her heart, please, missus Chuck. I
• 22:31
  Speaker 1: always have my own way, she added, the touch of
• 22:34
  Speaker 1: her old imperiousness, and have quite set my heart on this,
• 22:40
  Speaker 1: missus chuk. Meatley brought askedtraw some bonnet, and Hilda tied
• 22:44
  Speaker 1: its strings and a pink's chin, every fiber within her
• 22:48
  Speaker 1: mutely protesting against its extreme ugliness. She shall not wear
• 22:53
  Speaker 1: that again, she said to herself, if I can help it.
• 22:57
  Speaker 1: But the sweet pale face looked out so joyously from
• 23:00
  Speaker 1: the dingy yellow tunnel that the stern young outer craft relented.
• 23:04
  Speaker 1: After all, what does it matter, She thought, she would
• 23:08
  Speaker 1: look like an angel, even with a real cold scuttle
• 23:11
  Speaker 1: on her head. And then she laughed at the thought
• 23:15
  Speaker 1: of a black japan scuttle crowning those fairlocks. And Pink
• 23:20
  Speaker 1: laughed because Hilda laughed, and so they both went laughing
• 23:23
  Speaker 1: out into the sunshine. End of Chapter seven.