On Picket Duty, and Other Tales by Louisa May Alcott
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"Dollee, _he_ said No! do _you_ say, Yes?" She could not speak, but her heart stood up in her eyes and answered him so eloquently that he was satisfied. "Thank the Lord, it's all right!" thought Dick, as, peeping in at the window ten minutes later, be saw Dolly enthroned upon Mr. Bopp's knee, both her hands in his, and an expression in her April countenance which proved that she found it natural and pleasant to be sitting there, with her head on the kind heart that loved her; to hear herself called "_meine __Error! Hyperlink reference not valid.__;_" to know that she alone could comfort him for little Ulla's loss, and fill her empty place. "They make a very pretty landscape, but too much honey isn't good for 'em, so I'll go in, and we'll eat, drink, and be merry, in honor of the night." He rattled the latch and tramped on the mat to warn them of his approach, and appeared just as Dolly was skimming into a chair, and Mr. Bopp picking up the spoons, which he dropped again to meet Dick, with a face "clear shining after rain;" and kissing him on both cheeks after the fashion of his country, he said, pointing to Dolly,-- "See, it is all fine again. I forgif you, and leave all blame to that bad spirit, Mephistopheles, who has much pranks like that, but never pays one for their pain, as you haf me. Heart's dearest, come and say a friendly word to Richart, then we will haf a little |
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