On Picket Duty, and Other Tales by Louisa May Alcott
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silently.
"Ah, it is you,--I know the eyes, the step, the laugh. Miss Dolly, did you think you could hide from me?" "I did not wish to," was the whispered answer. "Did you think I would come?" "I hoped so." "Then you are not displease with me?" "No; I am very glad; I wanted you." The pink head drooped a little nearer, and another white glove went to meet its mate upon his arm with a pretty, confiding gesture. Mr. Bopp instantly fell into a state of bliss,--the lights, music, gay surroundings, and, more than all, this unwonted demonstration, put the crowning glory to the moment; and, fired with the hopeful omen, he allowed his love to silence his prudence, and lead him to do, then and there, the very thing he had often resolved never to do at all. "Ah, Miss Dolly, if you knew how much, how very much you haf enlarged my happiness, and made this efening shine for me, you would more often be a little friendly, for this winter has been all summer to me, since I knew you and your kind home, and now I haf no sorrow but that after the next lesson I come no more unless you gif me leaf. See now I must say this even here, when so much people are |
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