. Emmy Lou : her book & heart . servant Miss Lizzie had said wouldcome to the door. She came from the had been away somewhere. She looked cross. She told them to goaround to the front door. As they went thelady tapped. Rosalie looked back. Rosaliesaid the lady had pulled the flower from herhair and was tearing it to pieces. The old woman brought the told them not to mention coming aroundin the court, and not to say they had had to wait. It was strange. But many things are strangewhen one is ten. One learns to put manystrange things aside. There were more worrisome thi
. Emmy Lou : her book & heart . servant Miss Lizzie had said wouldcome to the door. She came from the had been away somewhere. She looked cross. She told them to goaround to the front door. As they went thelady tapped. Rosalie looked back. Rosaliesaid the lady had pulled the flower from herhair and was tearing it to pieces. The old woman brought the told them not to mention coming aroundin the court, and not to say they had had to wait. It was strange. But many things are strangewhen one is ten. One learns to put manystrange things aside. There were more worrisome things screw was loose which secured the ironfoot of Emmy Lou*s desk to the floor. Nowthe front of one desk formed the seat to thenext. Muscles, even in the atmosphere of a MissLizzies rigid discipline, sometimes rebel. Thelittle girl sitting in front of Emmy Lou wasgiven to spasmodic changes of posture, causingunexpected upheavals of Emmy Lous desk. On one of these occasions Emmy Lous ink [150] THE SHADOW OF A TRAGEDY. #• ** She raised a timid a?id deep-dyed hand.** bottle went over. It was Copy-Book ones apron, beautiful with much fineruffling, should be ruined, was a small matterwhen ones trial-paper had been straight in thepath of the flood. Neither was Emmy Louscondition of digital helplessness to be thoughtof, although it did seem as if all great Nep-tunes ocean and more might be needed tomake those little fingers white again. Sponges,slate-rags, and neighbourly solicitude did whatthey could. But the trial-paper was steepedindelibly past redemption.[51] EMMY LOU Still not a word from Miss Lizzie. Only acold and prolonged survey of the scene, onlyan entire suspension of action in the FourthReader room while Miss Lizzie waited. At last Emmy Lou was ready to resumework. She raised a timid and deep-dyed hand,and made known her need. Please, I have no trial-paper. Miss Lizzies lips unclosed. Had shewaited for this ? Then, said Miss Lizzie, you will stay aft
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