Apples, Ripe and Rosy, Sir by Mary Catherine Crowley
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did not delay long at the meal, but hastened back to their self-imposed
task. "Now let's hurry up and finish the altar," said Abby. Having completed the adornment of the table, by throwing over the muslin a fine lace curtain, from the linen press also, and decking it with some artificial flowers found in her mother's wardrobe, Abby brought the statue from the parlor, and set it upon the shrine which she and Larry had taken so much trouble to prepare. Larry placed before the lovely image his little vase containing a small bunch of dandelions he had gathered in the yard. He was particularly fond of dandelions. Abby had nothing to offer but her May wreath, which she laid beside it. But the decorations appeared too scanty to satisfy her. "I'll get the high pink vases from the parlor," said she. "Yes," added Larry. "And the candlesticks with the glass hanging all round them like a fringe, that jingles when you touch them." The little girl brought the vases. Then she carried in the candelabra, the crystal pendants ringing as she walked in a way that delighted Larry. She knew perfectly well that she was never allowed to tamper with the costly ornaments in the parlor; but she excused herself by the plea: "I'm doing it for the Blessed Virgin." Larry also had a certain uneasiness about it, but he said to himself: "Oh, it must be all right if Abby thinks so! She is a great deal older than I am, and ought to know." The shrine was certainly elaborate now. The children were so engrossed |
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