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The last time she smacked Aunt Lily I went up to her and bit her,said
T.
Gwennie saw nobody but Lazarre on her trip to the apple-barn. There was a
touch soft as a rose-leaf on Marigolds cheek. But she was glad when asudden
snore proclaimed that Gwen had fallen asleep. In a sense Marigold was enjoying
herself. Well, dont you suppose He wants a little amusement sometimes?
But both
knew that they must go right to bed as soonas Mother and Grandmother had
gone.
Marigold let herself be whisked upstairs.
And if you two small skeesicks
want to come along whyjust come. Dontlet me see you letting him bite you again.
Marigoldknew that world, though she knew it didnt do to live in it ALL thetime
as Abel did. She gave me a jaw last week when I got drunk.
Fancybeing jealous
of a dead woman you never saw! Did God mean you to drive this poor old horse
when He gave youlegs? But Id like to be a fly on the ceilingwhen Grandmother
sees that room. He wouldnt have kicked ME twice, said Gwen. Dontlet me see you
letting him bite you again.
What a lot youre going to miss if youdont believe
things. At last she was going to know what blueberrywine was like. Dat kid she
always look special lak de angel wen she planninsome devil-work, he
muttered.
She might come in and smother us with a pillow.
All his love belonged
to that disdainful Lady of theLily.
Marigold fingered the emerald satin of the
girdle lovingly. There aint nothing else worth standing up to her for, grinned
T.
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