But Betty put her arms about the new
friend's neck, and kissed her so softly that the hungry feeling in Miss
Celia's heart felt better directly, for this was the food it wanted,
and Thorny had not learned yet to return one half of the affection he
received. Holding the child close, she played with the yellow braids
while she told them about the little German girls in their funny
black-silk caps, short-waisted gowns and wooden shoes, whom she used to
see watering long webs of linen bleaching on the grass, watching great
flocks of geese, or driving pigs to market, knitting or spinning as
they went.
Presently, "Randa," as she called her stout maid, came to tell her that
"Master Thorny couldn't wait another minute," and she went in to
breakfast with a good appetite, while the children raced home to bounce
in upon Mrs. Moss, talking all at once like little lunatics.
"The phaeton at four,--so sweet in a beautiful white gown,---going to
tea, and Sancho and all the baby things invited. Can't we wear our
Sunday frocks? A splendid new net for Lita. And she likes dolls. Goody,
goody, wont it be fun!"
With much difficulty their mother got a clear account of the
approaching festivity out of the eager mouths, and with still more
difficulty got breakfast into them, for the children had few pleasures,
and this brilliant prospect rather turned their heads.
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