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The Staying Guest

Chapter 6 UP A TREE

Word Count: 1453    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ird's future, old Matthew was wandering

mself. "Now I'll wager me dinner that she's hidi

tthew tramped up and down the orchard, peeri

arled apple-tree, he heard what seemed

d, b

ybi

lled an

never

own, ye rascally baby. Yer aunts is afthe

I don't heed," came ba

rnestly. "Yer aunts is clean daft. C

y well, Matthew, that if I come down my aunts

ay up in the tre

nt. I don't think it's going to

ow ye do talk! And are ye going

o sleep somewhere. And say,

Well, thin, come d

ily; "but do you, O good Matthew, go to

hat dratted

princess; you are my henchman.

s that

at you must do just as I te

, mi

o put up some supper in a baske

ye come down an

Henchmen do as they're

d man shuffled away, followed by a

bringing a fair-sized basket

own, lit

dybird, "you're mighty spry.

d Matthew; "sure, ye

ly. "It seems to me we shall be great fr

b up with it to y

rd, who was already uncoi

, she carefully let the string down thr

umbling, "It's as much as me place is worth," tied the baske

he way of knots and twigs, the savory basket-load rea

reflectively, "that Bridget

iss," said Matt

and quite uncertain what course to pursue. He could not see the child, though between the

e heard her

u'll get rheumatism. You may go now. I shall stay

ish now; come down; let

ight, M

aunts is th

ight, M

n, "it does be awful cold here after da

ight, M

f duty was dulled. He well knew he ought to tell the Flint ladies where the child was; and yet

nt pale with real anxiety concerning their niece, he felt i

'am; I do know

cilla, mistaking the cause of his hes

down t

She's up in the tiptopmost branch of the old Bell-flower apple-tree, and

Miss Priscilla. "How ridiculou

down with something to

said Matthew, hi

ith a dogged, do-or-die air, "and then Matthew can sh

bbons," thought Matthew to himself, as he r

a wool crocheted cloud, and black worsted gloves; for without s

ha," said Miss Priscilla,

s is as dry as a bone

rain, ma'am,"

tha," said Mi

and in a few moments the two aunts were following old

d designated. But though the old ladies peered anxious

ss Priscilla, in a c

ans

ain, and still no sound

ies of the occasion, made what was perhaps the

graciously; and a little voic

is it,

e, Miss Priscilla, having gained her poin

ernly, "come down at

said La

you to," said

said La

Miss Priscilla, with a shade m

with two shades more

with us," whispered Miss Dorin

re that a suggestion from her sister to do the thing

ressing the top of the tree, "because I com

n I'll stay up here and be naughty. It will make

ster," urged

lf," said Miss P

ded no seco

wn, dearie. You are going to stay with

'm going to

and I told

, in her croonin

aid Miss Priscilla, whose p

bird, gently, bu

udden burst of whole-hearted welcome. "Because I want you

Ladybird, gathering up her basket of fragments, began to scrambl

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The Staying Guest
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“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.”