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Thurston opened the door for Nancy, and his eye followed her for a second as she mounted the stairs. She glowed like a ruby to night in her old red cashmere. The sparkle of her eye, the gloss of her hair, the soft red of her lips, the curve and bend of her graceful young body struck even her mother anew, though she was used to her daughter's beauty. THURSTON OPENED THE DOOR FOR NANCY AND HIS EYE FOLLOWED HER FOR A SECOND AS SHE MOUNTED THE STAIRS SHE GLOWED LIKE A RUBY TO NIGHT IN HER OLD RED CASHMERE THEARKLE OF HER EYE THE GLOSS OF HER HAIR THE SOFT RED OF HER LIPS THE CURVE AND BEND OF HER GRACEFUL YOUNG BODY STRUCK EVEN HER MOTHER ANEW THOUGH SHE WAS USED TO HER DAUGHTER'S BEAUTY
hree mothers who value your work for their boys and girls." He knew Mrs. Carey's handwriting, so he sped to the Yellow House as soon as his supper was over, and now, in the presence of the whole family, he felt tongue-tied and wholly unable to express his gratitude. It was bed time, and the young people melted away from the fireside. "Kiss your mother good-night, sweet Pete," said Nancy, taking the reluctant cherub by the hand. "'_Hoc opus, hic labor est_,' Mr. Thurston, to get the Peter-bird upstairs when once he is down. Shake hands with your future teacher, Peter; no, you mustn't kiss him; little boys don't kiss great Latin scholars unless they are asked." Thurston laughed and lifted the gurgling Peter high in the air. "Good night, old chap!" he said "Hurry up and come to school!" "I'm 'bout ready now!" piped Peter. "I can read 'Up-up-my-boy-day-is-not-the-time-for-sleep-the-dew-will-soon-be-gone' with the book upside down,--can't I, Muddy?" "You can, my son; trot along with sister. T OF A CARD LYING NEAR THE LAMP A BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM THREE MOTHERS WHO VALUE YOUR WORK FOR THEIR BOYS AND GIRLS HE KNEW MISSUS CAREY'S HANDWRITING SO HE SPED TO THE YELLOW HOUSE AS SOON AS HIS SUPPER WAS OVER AND NOW IN THE PRESENCE OF THE WHOLE FAMILY HE FELT TONGUE TIED AND WHOLLY UNABLE TO EXPRESS HIS GRATITUDE IT WAS BEDTIME AND THE YOUNG PEOPLE MELTED AWAY FROM THE FIRESIDE KISS YOUR MOTHER GOOD NIGHT SWEET PETE SAID NANCY TAKING THE RELUCTANT CHAIR BY THE HAND HAK OPUS HICCLABOR EST MISTER THURSTON TO GET THE PETER BIRD UPSTAIRS ONCE HE IS DOWN SHAKE HANDS WITH YOUR FUTURE TEACHER PETER NO YOU MUSTN'T KISS HIM LITTLE BOYS DON'T KISS GREAT LATIN SCHOLARS UNLESS THEY ARE ASKED THURSTON LAUGHED AND LIFTED THE GURGLING PETER HIGH IN THE AIR GOOD NIGHT OLD CHAP HE SAID HURRY UP AND COME TO SCHOOL I'M BOUT READY NOW PIPED PETER I CAN READ UP UP MY BOY DAY IS NOT THE TIME FOR SLEEP THE DEW WILL SOON BE GONE WITH THE BOOK UPSIDE DOWN CAN'T I MUDDY YOU CAN MY SON TROT ALONG WITH SISTER
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