Rebecca Mary by Annie Hamilton Donnell
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Mary it was with a voice strained hoarse. The beautiful being
Olivicia watched her with intent, unwinking gaze. Could it be Olivicia understood? "Hurry and dress, Rebecca Mary; there's a good deal to do," Aunt Olivia said at the door. She did not go in. "Yes, in your second- best--don't you see I've put it out. You can wear that every day now, till--for a while." Something in the voice startled Rebecca Mary out of her subdued ecstasy and sent her down to breakfast with a nameless fear tugging at her heart. "You're going to stay at the minister's--I've paid your board in advance," Aunt Olivia said, monotonously, as if it were her lesson. She did not look at Rebecca Mary. "I've put in your long- sleeve aprons so you can help do up the dishes. There's plenty of handkerchiefs to last. You mustn't forget your rubbers when it's wet, or to make up your bed yourself. I don't want you to make the minister's wife any more trouble than you can help." The lesson went monotonously on, but Rebecca Mary scarcely heard. She had heard the first sentence--her sentence, poor child! "You're going to stay at the minister's--stay at the minister's-- stay at the minister's." It said itself over and over again in her ears. In her need for somebody to lean on, her startled gaze sought the beautiful being across the room in agonized appeal. But Olivicia was staring smilingly at Aunt Olivia. ET TU, OLIVICIA! If Rebecca Mary had noticed, there was an appealing, wistful look |
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