Vashti's Fate — page 35: what you’re looking at

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30 FAMILY JARS—EVERLEIGH. TRAITS: ‘Vou shouldn’t bring him here,” said Mrs. Everleigh, nervously. ‘‘Go away, Bute.” ‘‘T wonder if there is any place where Bute and I can play,” pouted Nora, with a roguish sparkle of her tearful eyes, as Bute departed down the steps. ‘‘Aunt Margery says don’t go there, and you say don't come here. I won- der where dogs go to when they die?” | ‘‘For shame, Nora!” said Vashti. ‘‘For shame yourself! You'd be raging all day if you had been served as I have just now. Here, mamma, kiss the place to make it well,” holding up her dimpled arm, discolored with the livid print of fingers, as though a rough hand had pressed the delicate flesh too harshly. Mrs. Everleigh looked a moment, with legible heart- ache on her face, and burst into tears. The arm was around her neck in an instant, and Nora was Kissing her, and crying too. 2 ‘Oh, mamma, I am so sorry, Don’t cry, mamma; I wouldn’t have made you cry for anything. I meant to’be | so good to-day.” ‘‘Did Aunt Margery do that?” said Vashti, sternly, point- ing to the discolored arm. ‘Yes, she did it, but I deserved it. I was playing with Bute in the hall, when she came out of her room. You know noise, especially in the house, annoys her very much. I did not see her till she was close upon us, and then I darted down one of the passages with Bute afterme. Aunty followed. I pulled up suddenly at the door of the Her- mitage. For once it was open, and glad of the chance, I scrambled down the dark passage. I had hardly crossed the threshold when I felt Aunt Margery’s hand on my e; arm. I thought it was Bute’s teeth, it hurt so. She was — very angry, or something—it looked more like fright than comicbooks.co