Missy by Dana Gatlin
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Missy was scarcely listening to the last. One phrase had caught her ear: "Her stomach upset!"--How could Uncle Charlie? But when she went up to Aunt Isabel's room later, the latter reiterated that unromantic diagnosis. But perhaps she was pretending. That would be only natural. Missy regarded the convalescent; she seemed quite cheerful now, though wan. And not so lovely as she generally did. Missy couldn't forbear a leading remark. "I'm terribly sorry Mr. Saunders had to go away so soon." She strove for sympathetic tone, but felt inexpert and self-conscious. "Terribly sorry. I can't--" And then, suddenly, Aunt Isabel laughed--laughed!--and said a surprising thing. "What! You, too, Missy? Oh, that's too funny!" Missy stared--reproach, astonishment, bewilderment, contending in her expression. Aunt Isabel continued that delighted gurgle. "Mr. Saunders is a notorious heart-breaker--but I didn't realize he was capturing yours so speedily!" Striving to keep her dignity, Missy perhaps made her tone more |
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