. St. Nicholas [serial]. ated Gladys, as thedoor shut behind the little blue-gowned figure she is so sweet, and I am afraid you havehurt her feelings. Well, let her keep away, said the boy,crossly. I dont intend to be bothered withany fussy country children with their cats. The afternoon wore away, and the sick boylay with his face toward the open door, lookingout at the locust-trees which were droppingtheir honey-scented blossoms over the velvetgrass. After a while the soothing sweetnessof the air entered into his restless body, andhe slept. Then Gladys hunted up Molly and filled the 1 THE GO
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ated Gladys, as thedoor shut behind the little blue-gowned figure she is so sweet, and I am afraid you havehurt her feelings. Well, let her keep away, said the boy,crossly. I dont intend to be bothered withany fussy country children with their cats. The afternoon wore away, and the sick boylay with his face toward the open door, lookingout at the locust-trees which were droppingtheir honey-scented blossoms over the velvetgrass. After a while the soothing sweetnessof the air entered into his restless body, andhe slept. Then Gladys hunted up Molly and filled the 1 THE GOOD FORTUNE OF MOLLY VAN. little girls hands full of chocolates. For oneblissful half-hour they roamed together over thebarn, from the loft to the shadowy corner whereold Buttercup and her calf were lying. AndGladys grew happy and rosy in the sense offreedom, and she ran from place to place, feel-ing almost as young as Molly Van herself. Then Molly went back to help get supper,and to arrange the dainty tray. But the beau-. tlOLLY VAN. tiful little silver bowls and dainty china werenone too good for Mrs. Dobbss tempting cus-tards and broiled birds, flanked by hot biscuitsand berries and cream. When all was ready, Molly ran out into thegarden and brought in two sweet-scented, old-fashioned pink roses, and laid them by the sideof Olivers plate. Hortense, the maid, carried in the tray thistime, and as Olivers eyes rested on the roses, 50I he reached forward eagerly and buried his nosein the fragrant blossoms. He loved flowerspassionately, and Molly had done the one thingto reach his heart. Who put them there ? he asked. The little girl, said Hortense. Oliver ate his dinner in silence, and afterHortense had taken the tray away he turned toGladys. Tell her to bring on her cats, he growled ;but, in spite of his tone, Gladys smiled as sheflew to call Molly Van, for she knew that poorOlivers interest had been stirred, and that wasa great beginning, for his listlessness had beenthe danger
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