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not a stranger, it was the dear Admiral helping mother up the path. They had been unconsciously expecting the brown muff and blue velvet bonnet, but these had vanished, like father, and all the beautiful things of the past years, and in their place was black raiment that chilled their hearts. NOT A STRANGER IT WAS A DEAR ADMIRAL HELPING MOTHER UP THE PATH THEY HAD BEEN UNCONSCIOUSLY EXPECTING THE BROWN MUFF AND BLUE VELVET BONNET BUT THESE HAD VANISHED LIKE FATHER AND ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS OF THE PAST YEARS AND IN THEIR PLACE WAS BLACK RAIMENT THAT CHILLED THEIR HEARTS
ng room with a tumbler and spoon in her hand. "See here, children!" she said bracingly, "you've been crying for the last twelve hours without stopping, and I don't blame you a mite. If I was the crying kind I'd do the same thing. Now do you think you've got grit enough--all three of you--to bear up for your mother's sake, when she first comes in? I've mixed you each a good dose of aromatic spirits of ammonia, and it's splendid for the nerves. Your mother must get a night's sleep somehow, and when she gets back a little of her strength you'll be the greatest comfort she has in the world. The way you're carrying on now you'll be the death of her!" It was a good idea, and the dose had courage in it. Gilbert took the first sip, Kathleen the second, and Nancy the third, and hardly had the last swallow disappeared down the poor aching throats before a carriage drove up to the gate. Some one got out and handed out Mrs. Carey whose step used to be lighter than Nancy's. A strange gentleman, oh! ADS COUSIN ANN CAME IN FROM THE DINING ROOM WITH A TUMBLER AND SPOON IN HER HAND SEE HERE CHILDREN SHE SAID PRACINGLY YOU'VE BEEN CRYING FOR THE LAST TWELVE HOURS WITHOUT STOPPING AND I DON'T BLAME YOU A MITE IF I WAS A CRYING KIND I'D DO THE SAME THING NOW DO YOU THINK YOU'VE GOT GOOD ENOUGH ALL THREE OF YOU TO BEAR UP FOR YOUR MOTHER'S SAKE WHEN SHE FIRST COMES IN I'VE MIXED YOU EACH A GOOD DOSE OF AROMATIC SPIRITS OF AMMONIA AND IT'S SPLENDID FOR THE NERVES YOUR MOTHER MUST GET A NIGHT'S SLEEP SOMEHOW AND WHEN SHE GETS BACK A LITTLE OF HER STRENGTH YOU'LL BE THE GREATEST COMFORT SHE HAS IN THE WORLD THE WAY YOU'RE CARRYING ON NOW YOU'LL BE THE DEATH OF HER IT WAS A GOOD IDEA AND THE DOSE HAD COURAGE IN IT GILBERT TOOK THE FIRST SIP KATHLEEN THE SECOND AND NANCY THE THIRD AND HARDLY THE LAST SWALLOW DISAPPEARED DOWN THE POOR ACHING THROATS BEFORE A CARRIAGE DROVE UP THE GATE SOME ONE GOT OUT AND HANDED OUT MISSUS CAREY WHOSE STEP USED TO BE LIGHTER THAN NANCIES A STRANGE GENTLEMAN OH
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