There aint nothing else worth standing up to her
for, grinned T.
The little white-washed house seemed to becuddled
down among shrubs and blossoms. Look at that critter insulting thedaylight. Gwennie
sulked all the evening and Marigold felt badly because shereally liked Gwennie very
much. It was really rather jolly to have some one roundwho dared fly in Grandmothers
face.
No shrimp sauce if ye please, said Granny. As for
Gwennie shewas not concerned with romance or the lack of it but only with
herstomach.
An amusingcompound of mischief and precocity, said
Uncle Klon, who liked tobe amused.
As for Gwennie shewas not concerned with romance or
the lack of it but only with herstomach. She laughed pleasantly at the girls as
shebrought them the water. Gwennie knelt down with one eye on Marigold. It was not
the Lucifer of Old Grandmothers days. Theres no fun in being a good little girl,
said Gwennie, with apout at Grandmother.
Lawrences pet peculiarity of savingall her
childrens boots. Sit down all of yez on the floor of the veranda and letyer feet
hang down, till dinners ready.
Do you suppose he really sells the winds? Yes, and
the poor liddle brute has been ill almost ever since,said the Weed Man rather
sternly. Marigoldknew that world, though she knew it didnt do to live in it ALL
thetime as Abel did.
Marigold had heard of Granny Phin, but she had
never expected tosee her.
Im scared to death to sleep inthe same house with
Tabby Derusha. There was some secret talk at Cloud of Spruce of sending Gwenniehome
after it.
There aint nothing else worth standing up to her
for, grinned T. An amusingcompound of mischief and precocity, said Uncle Klon, who
liked tobe amused.
Well, dont you suppose He wants a little amusement
sometimes?
I dont see why we cant go to that party,too.
Hanging over a chair was Salomes freshly launderedblue and white print
dress.
Theres no use thinking about that, said Marigold
with a sigh. I do hope there arent any bed-bugs in this bed, said Gwen,looking at it
with disfavour. It was not the Lucifer of Old Grandmothers days.
Theres heaps of things in those chests inthe garret
and Ill make masks. When I was a boy that gulf there wouldbe dotted with white sails
on a day like this. Marigoldknew that Clementine had been buried in her
wedding-dress and thatold Mrs.
How DOES Gwennie do such things and get away with
it?
To Marigolds relief and Gwens disappointment there
was no frogpie. Marigoldknew that world, though she knew it didnt do to live in it
ALL thetime as Abel did.
Sir John Carter is ever so muchbetter looking than
our Liberal man. He wanted me to bring him a south-west wind to-day.
If threewomen couldnt look after her it was none of
his business.