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The Staying Guest

Chapter 3 A GUEST FOR THE NIGHT

Word Count: 1100    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ake any reply to this astoundin

ome to stay, I might as wel

the small visitor followed his

who stood watching her with various expressions

udging by the superior cap-ruffles rather than by any appearance of friendly w

unts, and I hope you

iscilla foun

eamed. "Who are you, child,

now, so I've come to live with you. Mr. Bond says my mother used to be your sister," she went on

d to be a gray muff with a blue bow on it, but as s

dog, and he's such a dear, though he'

ortance compared with the dire calamity which threatened her quiet household.

turn you from my door in the middle of the night, but nevertheless yo

again-such a gay, me

you; I've come to live here forever and ever. This is my home, and I haven't any oth

iss Priscilla's arms, which promptly unf

bird laug

nd turning to Miss Dorinda said bri

da, looking at her new-found rel

Cloppy up and threw him over her arm like a folded shawl, "

shock. No preparations had been made for such hospitality, a

onsent; and taking the candle that Martha had set down, she darted

y?" she inquired, looki

above her head, she looked so white and eerie, so like a small wraith, that Miss Priscilla could scarcely b

at it was her turn

p the spare-cha

e her there, and put her to bed. I'll make no plans until morning." And shutting her tee

id likewise, a

me, little miss, I'll tr

r dog, followed Martha to

ly, looking at the massive mahogany f

t, miss, whatever

my things come, I can stack them all away in these big bureaus and chests of drawers. But what a funn

the strange little girl, who had already won her heart

d when the man said 'All out for Plainville,' I just jumped out and forgot everything

gleefully when, in a night-dress far too long for her, and a ruffled night-cap

These were looped back at one side with huge rosettes, and with Martha's assistance the little girl stepped on a cha

said; "the billows are high on both

s. Shall I put h

he bed, please; and I hope he won't smother.

; we always keep it be

t lovely. Good

ok the candle and went away, and

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The Staying Guest
The Staying Guest
“Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862 – March 26, 1942) was an American author and poet. Wells wrote a total of more than 170 books. At the beginning of her writing career she focused on poetry on children's books. Later in her career she devoted herself to the mystery genre.”