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“
Come
home
,
darlint
,
”
she
said
;
“
the
misthress
is
wantin
’
yez
.
”
Cedric
slipped
down
from
his
stool
.
“
Does
she
want
me
to
go
out
with
her
,
Mary
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Good
-
morning
,
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
I
’
ll
see
you
again
.
”
He
was
surprised
to
see
Mary
staring
at
him
in
a
dumfounded
fashion
,
and
he
wondered
why
she
kept
shaking
her
head
.
“
What
’
s
the
matter
,
Mary
?
”
he
said
.
“
Is
it
the
hot
weather
?
”
“
No
,
”
said
Mary
;
“
but
there
’
s
strange
things
happenin
’
to
us
.
”
“
Has
the
sun
given
Dearest
a
headache
?
”
he
inquired
anxiously
.
But
it
was
not
that
.
When
he
reached
his
own
house
there
was
a
coupe
standing
before
the
door
and
some
one
was
in
the
little
parlor
talking
to
his
mamma
.
Mary
hurried
him
upstairs
and
put
on
his
best
summer
suit
of
cream
-
colored
flannel
,
with
the
red
scarf
around
his
waist
,
and
combed
out
his
curly
locks
.
“
Lords
,
is
it
?
”
he
heard
her
say
.
“
An
’
the
nobility
an
’
gintry
.
Och
!
bad
cess
to
them
!
Lords
,
indade
—
worse
luck
.
”
It
was
really
very
puzzling
,
but
he
felt
sure
his
mamma
would
tell
him
what
all
the
excitement
meant
,
so
he
allowed
Mary
to
bemoan
herself
without
asking
many
questions
.
When
he
was
dressed
,
he
ran
downstairs
and
went
into
the
parlor
.
A
tall
,
thin
old
gentleman
with
a
sharp
face
was
sitting
in
an
arm
-
chair
.
His
mother
was
standing
near
by
with
a
pale
face
,
and
he
saw
that
there
were
tears
in
her
eyes
.
