The Craze of Christina — page 140: what you’re looking at

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136 The Craze of Christina ‘‘Now you will have some tea in my little parlor, won’t you?’ said Miss Ashley. “‘I will have some prepared in a very few minutes, if you don’t mind waiting.’’ She had already signaled to Susan, who had flown across to the milkman and the baker after cream and crum- pets. ‘‘No, thank you, Miss Ashley; really, I never take tea,’’ stammered this thankless and unsat- isfactory young man. ‘‘I—lI only called in as I was passing to inquire after you and after Miss Pratt.’’ “Oh, how sweet of you! thank you so much! You see I am quite recovered now.” ‘‘And Miss Pratt?’’—with his eyes straying again towards the back shop. ‘*Miss Pratt! oh, Miss Pratt never had any- thing the matter with her. That girl is made of iron,’’ she added in a lower voice, and with a tinge of contempt in the remark. ‘*Yes, of ice-—you are right!’’ echoed Clifford dolefully; he had only half heard her words. Miss Ashley glanced at him sharply; she thought him slightly deaf, and her next remark was uttered in a louder voice. **Well, then, at least you must come and look at some little things I put out for you to see last Monday, when you promised to come to Gomicbooks:¢o