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But he had sought to bring True happiness unto himself alone; So God instead had given him a stone. The barefoot thing did start thereat, And starting, fell. He grudging groaned! And oh, the rising sun he knew That day. His pent soul widened till it grew To reach,as reach the dear sun's rays, All things that lay about, before; Nor wailed he out for happiness ones more. With a sigh of satisfaction, she poised the last tart airily on the apex of the pastry pyramid and stepped back to view j the effect.
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Perhaps he knew Chrystal would prove more reliable than a host of domestics. Her genius for housekeeping for perfect housekeeping does imply ge nius had been proven. Fresh, breezy and blowy was the after noon.
Delicious drifts of sunshine and tantalizing shadows followed each other in bewildering repetition. Within tic house there was no sound. The only in- j H ates were Chrystal and her mother, j The latter was writing letters in her own! But, alas, for the vanity of human resolves!
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He puckered his lips. His small blue eyes twinkled. Hilton looked on enviously. He swallowed the sweet mor sel and boldly extracted another. I say. His scruples were quite gone. Dick's enjoyment of the tarts had been too much for him. Hunger had conquered conscience. He made an onslaught on the shrinking pyramid. He captured two tarts which he devoured in successively distributed and impaitial bites. When five minutes had passed,all the prim little forget-me-nots and primmer little rose buds were visible on the oval dish.
Comically, guiltily, the criminals looked at each other. Then as if moved by one impulse, they put their hauds in their pockets. Dick laid a silver dollar on the plate. Ililton followed suit. After which both conspirators took up their guns, aid, shakirg with laughter, ran across a vacant lot, around a corner, jumped into their waiting bug gy, and drove rapidly into town.
It was a quarter to six before that victimizing visitor made her welcome adieus. Into the dining room flew Miss Brun ton, pushed out the table, whisked off the velours cover, spread on the cloth of milk white damask, took the solid silver from its chamois wrappings,and brought the company china from its seclusion under the sideboard.
Then she put on a big nainsook apron, weut into the kitchen, brightened the tire, hurried to the buttery, carried the meat into the dining room, and went back for the tarts. Where had they vanished! There was the dish! But the tarts! She stood still and rubbed her eyes.
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