Blind Girl, or, The Story of Little Vendla . , meanwhile, had bethought himself OUT OF THE PAST. 93 of a lesson that was not too thoroughly pre-pared for his fathers return, and had shut him-self into the study in a severe fit of , too, was in her fastnesses, with closeddoors, ostensibly examining the injury done tothe ceiling of the room in the attic, but reallygiving the canvas bag such a pinching andfumbling as would have made a hole in any bitof cloth not of the very strongest of fabrics. Yes, there certainly was a heavy lumpdown in one corner, and a someth
Blind Girl, or, The Story of Little Vendla . , meanwhile, had bethought himself OUT OF THE PAST. 93 of a lesson that was not too thoroughly pre-pared for his fathers return, and had shut him-self into the study in a severe fit of , too, was in her fastnesses, with closeddoors, ostensibly examining the injury done tothe ceiling of the room in the attic, but reallygiving the canvas bag such a pinching andfumbling as would have made a hole in any bitof cloth not of the very strongest of fabrics. Yes, there certainly was a heavy lumpdown in one corner, and a something thatmight be a muffin-ring or an iron-stand, or someother trash. Perhaps it was all nothing butold iron. And Stina came out of her thrust the little bag into the depths ofher sacred inviolable bureau, she judiciouslyattended to the most important business inhand, and went through the house again andagain, like the spirit of order, until she hadmade it a model of neatness for the home-coming of the pastor and his CHAPTER VIII. PLEASANT WAITING. aAMMAS spending the day was aliteral thing, and lasted from morn-> ing till evening indeed. She wastired enough after a long drive overa rough road, with the baby asleepin her arms, and Fritz at her side in the samecondition. Of course, they both woke out ofhumour; so mamma had quite enough to do toget baby off, in her own little carriage, on hersweet journey to dreamland, while Stina coaxedMaster Fritz out of his pet into such a nightsrest as only a tired little child can be blessedwith. Mamma had just drawn a long sigh of relief, PLEASANT WAITING. 95 when the outer door opened, and there was ashout of, It must be papa! There was ageneral rush to the spot where the pastor wastaking off his fur-coat as quietly as if he hadjust been out for an afternoons walk, insteadof having been absent for almost a week, forthe very first time since Fritz was a baby. The pastor had hardly got his full round ofkisses, when
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