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. The New England magazine . / She picked a spray of mignonette. he could. He said he had a message foryou. Hes coming again; he couldnttrust me with it. The glass fell from Miss Munns hand,and was shattered on the step. She cov-ered her face with her hands. Ellen 220 A STEPMOTHER ELECT. watched the lemonade trickUng upon thegrass, and waited in silent dismay untilMiss Munn lifted her head. Miss Munn ! what is the matter? Oh, Ellen! cried the poor is the matter? How could youget that thoughtless young man in here, Oh, my dear, she managed to go onpathetically. I want to be kind, but
. The New England magazine . / She picked a spray of mignonette. he could. He said he had a message foryou. Hes coming again; he couldnttrust me with it. The glass fell from Miss Munns hand,and was shattered on the step. She cov-ered her face with her hands. Ellen 220 A STEPMOTHER ELECT. watched the lemonade trickUng upon thegrass, and waited in silent dismay untilMiss Munn lifted her head. Miss Munn ! what is the matter? Oh, Ellen! cried the poor is the matter? How could youget that thoughtless young man in here, Oh, my dear, she managed to go onpathetically. I want to be kind, but —girls arent what they used to be — andought to be. I want to be worthy ofyour father and a fit mother for you, andI r^?//7 see you do things which — whichwould have been thought improper when. with me away, and make him lemonade ? Ellen was dumbfounded for an in-stant ; then burst into laughing. I cant help it ! Its too funny !My getting that young man in here, youknow ! Oh, Miss Munn. Miss Munn made an instantaneousprayer for patience. My dear Ellen, if you were as old asI, you would see how unbecoming and— and wrong — it was! She falteredover the last words. I dont understand you, Ellen said,the laugh gone from her face. Miss Munn was unstrung. When I was of your age it wouldhave been considered very — very wrong,to get a young man in, and make lemon-ade for him. Miss Munn bent toward Ellen, whoseeyes were on the brick path. \ Miss Munn read a paper systematically I was young. I couldnt face your fatherand — and God, and think Id let youdo— such things. Miss Munns voice shook, and thetears rained down her white caught her in her strong youngarms, and kissed and petted the sobbingwoman as if she had been a child. Afew tears rolled down her own cheeks
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