Georgina of the Rainbows

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thick white veil over town and sea. It was so cold that Jeremy lighted a f

the end of her days, if we were the only relations in town who failed to ask her in to a meal, during her fortnight's visit. And, of course, if we ask her, all the

into the back-ground. She forgot it entirely while the dining-room table, stretched to its limit, was being set with the best china and silver as if for a Thanksgiving feast. Mrs. Fa

widow of her grandfather's cousin, Thomas Huntingdon. Barby could not tell her and Mrs. Triplett, too busy to be bothered, set her down to turn the leaves of the family album. But the photograph of Cousin Mehitabl

irs filled the alcove. She lifted her eyeglasses from the hook on her dress to her hooked nose to look at Georgina before she kissed her. Under that gaze the child felt as awed as

Georgina sat on a foot-stool, her hands folded in her lap until the others took out their knitting and embroidery. Then she ran to get the napk

ging to light some bit of family history that she wanted to hear or some old family joke which they laughed over as if it were the funniest thing that ever happened. It was tantalizing not to be able to hear them all. It made her think of times when she rummaged through the c

I ever laid my two eyes on, but not many of us would want to stand in her shoes now." Or from across the room, "They do say it was what happe

t she had a tantalizing way of lowering her voice at the most interesting part, and whispering the last sentence behind her ha

first time. She wished that a storm would come up to keep everybody at the house overnight and thus prolong the festal feeling. She liked this "Comp

Justin's and she carried herself like a Huntingdon, but that she must have inherited her smile from the other side of the house. Barbara had that same smile and winnin

are of the buried treasure in making them happy. She was sure that Richard would give part of his share, too, when he found it, and when t

Cousin Mehitable saying, "Speaking of thieves, do

y. It was hard to believe it of him when he had always been such a kind, pleasant-spoken boy, just lik

his name mentioned before. She had been at his house many a time, and there never was anyone there besides himself except his wife, "Aunt Elspeth" (who was so old and feeble that

t explained. Everybody contributed a scrap of the story, for all side conversations stopp

He was always off a-fishing or on the water, but everybody liked him and said he'd settle down when he was a bit older. He had a friend much like himself, only a little older. Emmett Potter

home, for Belle Triplett was Tippy's niece, or rather her husband's niece. While that did not make Belle one of th

't believe that he was guilty at first, but so many things pointed his way that finally they had to. The case was about to be brought to trial when one night Dan suddenly disappeared as if the sea had swall

his father and mother

k it to heart so that he couldn't bear to do any of the things they'd always done together or go to the old places. Bel

the breeches buoy so they couldn't use it, he was the first to answer when the call came for volunteers to man a boat to put out to them. He would have had a medal if he'd lived to wear it, for he saved five lives that night. But he lost his

listened,

dress all ready," said Cousi

her?" asked the

le put up a tombstone to his memory, with a beautiful inscription on it that the summer people go to see, almost as much as the landing place of the Pilgrims. She'll be true to his memory always, and it's somet

table took

d I thought I'd go in and speak a word to Mr. Darcy, knowing how fond he'd always been of Emmett on account of Dan and him being such friends. I went across that sandy place they cal

the old man, sitting there with his arms flung out across the table, and his head bowed down on them. I was just hesitating, whether t

ce. The next instant she was up, and with her arms around the child, was gently pushing her a

to tell such unhappy stories, darli

to them. Oh, Barby, I'm so sorry I ever was saucy to him. And I wish I hadn't teased his cats. I tied paper bags

essions with a kiss and took Geo

hile. Uncle Darcy has had very great trouble, but he's learned to bear it like a hero, and nothing would make him grieve more than to know that any shadow o

rs, her dimples all showing, and t

u are, Barby. Not a bit

id not like to venture back for fear of the remarks which might be made. So she crossed the hall and stood in the door of the guest chamber, considering what to do next. Its usual chill repe

ike a skirt, would have reached from her neck to her heels had it been draped on her. It was a chintz valance with birds of paradise patterned

walked around the valance, counting its birds of paradise. She did not do so to-day. She knew from many previous countings that there were ex

d out upon it. Then she laid daring fingers on Cousin Mehitable's bonnet. It was a temptation to know what she would look like if she should grow up to be a widow and have

ely bonnet, that Georgina was delighted. She twisted her face another way and was still more amused at results. Wholly forgetful of the fact that it was a mourning bon

t under it, but she was so afraid that a cough or a sneeze might betray her, that she drew up her knees and sat with her face pressed against them hard. The long veil shrouded her shoulders. She felt that she would