Newport weekly independent., 1903-11-20
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 This tho It reminded her of Sunday aftSlAon. She guessed her mother would feel pretty lonesome at having nobody but Susie and baby brother to tell stories to any more. Baby brother was too little to listen. and Susie always wiggled dreadfully be cause she would rather be runA nlng about. She fancied her moth CT looking here and there, calling "Ce-e-elinda Angeli-i-new her father would get frightened, too. and everybody would be hunting for her, even the hired men. But they never would see her again until she was a young lady, who could do up her hair, wear long dresses, and drink tea and eat bread and molasses every night before going to bed. Then she would walk out some afternoon to call at the house where she used to live, and her mother would throw up both hands and say: For pity's sake. if here isn't Ce- linda Angeline." And she would be shown into the parlor and sit on the sofa with fan to wave.
 Beat of hoofs broke in upon Ce- linda Angeline's fancies, thun- dered over her head and dust sift- ed through the cracks of the planking. She rushed out to look. It was Dr. Bartlett! He ought not to have driven so fast that the dust rattled on her. With a feel ing of humiliation she returned to her seat on the folded shawl. Of course Dr. Bartlett didn't know she was there. Perhaps, too, he might be going to see somebody who was real, real sick. She liked Dr. Bartlett. He treated her as Ii she was grown up, instead of taking her on his knee and asking for a kiss as Deacon Peters always did. And what a laugh he had. Only few days before when she was digging in the roadside sand by the house he had leaned from his carriage to ask what she was doing, and when she answered en- Enthusiastically that she was doc. tor making a graveyard to bury patients in, he laughed until an echo laughed back from the near woods across the fiat. If ever she was sick she would want Dr. Bart lett to come and feel her pulse. She felt sure that he would give her nothing worse than ginger. bread pills. He asked her once if she liked gingerbread pills.
 She wondered if her mother had cut out a gingerbread man apiece for Susie and her this morning as usual; she wondered if Susie would eat both gingerbread men without regretting the absent sis ter. Perhaps she would be glad that she had two gingerbread men to eat. She always wanted tn, biggest piece of pie, because she was most "half-past seven" May be, though, her mother wouldn't let Susie have but one gingerbread man; maybe she would lay the otheraway in the topdrawer of the spare room bureau, with some lemon verbena sprigs and the best bed sheets and grandma's lace cap. Celinda Angeline felt herself growing pitiful for her mothers grief, and wondered if the ginger bread man would keep crisp until she was a young lady and went home to call. It made her hungry just to think about it. Did it take a very long while just for blackberries to get ripe?
 Something buzzed by her head, and lighted at her feet. It was a mud wasp! She watched it, fas- cinated by apprehension as it crawled over the ground search ing for moisture to absorb, it's gauzy wings folding and unfold ing necessarily above its shining,