Miss Theodosia's Heartstrings by Annie Hamilton Donnell
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"Oh, Miss Theodosia--oh, I don't want to int'rupt, but just soon's he's gone--" "He's gone," sighed Miss Theodosia, as the child came up. "You mustn't interrupt again, that way, unless it's a very urgent case--fits or something." In spite of proper vexation, she smiled. "Who was that man, Evangeline, that just went away?" "Oh, I don't know--I wasn't acquainted with his back; that's every speck o' him I saw. Oh! oh! oh!" "Evangeline Flagg, what is the matter now?" "'D you ever do up a man, Miss Theodosia? Stiff--awful stiff? Stefana says it's bad enough to do women up. She's havin' a dreadful time! We can't get the stiffness out; I been helpin'. It stands up alone!" Suddenly, without warning, Evangeline went off into a series of shrill shrieks. "Stop me! Stop me! Don't l-let Stefana hear me! Don't l-let me laugh!" This was an urgent case--fits or something, surely! Miss Theodosia's eyes sought the horizon for a reformed doctor. In lack of one, she shook Evangeline. "Stop at once! Make yourself stop; count ten!" "One! Two-o! Th-ree!" shrieked Evangeline, through to ten. Ten separate |
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