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　　"Baby 's sleepy: she must go in."Christie sat some time longer, wondering what she had said todisturb him, and when the bell rang went in still perplexed. ButDavid looked as usual, and the only trace of disquiet was anoccasional hasty shaking back of the troublesome lock, and a slightknitting of the brows; two tokens, as she had learned to know, ofimpatience or pain.

　　She was soon so absorbed in feeding the children, hungry andclamorous as young birds for their food, that she forgot every thingelse. When dinner was done and cleared away, she devoted herself toMrs. Wilkins for an hour or two, while Mrs. Sterling took her nap,the infants played riotously in the lane, and David was busy withorders.

　　The arrival of Mr. Power drew every one to the porch to welcome him.

　　As he handed Christie a book, he asked with a significant smile:

　　"Have you found him yet?"She glanced at the title of the new gift, read "Heroes andHero-worship," and answered merrily: "No, sir, but I'm lookinghard." "Success to your search," and Mr. Power turned to greetDavid, who approached.

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　　Christie felt ready for any thing just then, and gave them TillySlowboy, Miss Miggs, and Mrs. Gummage, in her best style, while theyoung folks rolled on the grass in ecstasies, and Mrs. Wilkinslaughed till she cried.

　　"Now a touch of tragedy!" said Mr. Power, who sat under the elm,with David leaning on the back of his chair, both applaudingheartily.

　　"You insatiable people! do you expect me to give you low comedy andheavy tragedy all alone? I'm equal to melodrama I think, and I'llgive you Miss St. Clair as Juliet, if you wait a moment."Christie stepped into the house, and soon reappeared with a whitetable-cloth draped about her, two dishevelled locks of hair on hershoulders, and the vinegar cruet in her hand, that being the firstbottle she could find. She meant to burlesque the poison scene, andbegan in the usual ranting way; but she soon forgot St,homepage. Clair inpoor Juliet, and did it as she had often longed to do it, with allthe power and passion she possessed. Very faulty was her rendering,but the earnestness she put into it made it most effective to heruncritical audience, who "brought down the house," when she fellupon the grass with her best stage drop, and lay there getting herbreath after the mouthful of vinegar she had taken in the excitementof the moment.

　　She was up again directly, and, inspired by this superb success, ranin and presently reappeared as Lady Macbeth with Mrs. Wilkins'sscarlet shawl for royal robes, and the leafy chaplet of the morningfor a crown. She took the stage with some difficulty, for theunevenness of the turf impaired the majesty of her tragic stride,and fixing her eyes on an invisible Thane (who cut his partshamefully, and spoke in the gruffest of gruff voices) she gave themthe dagger scene.