This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ...the bedside. The counterpane fell almost to the floor, but just under its edge, near the head, they could see three little fingers. They were horribly still, those little fingers; and Flippy's sleep seemed all at once to have taken on a watchful rigidity. Seeing that Ann had turned ghastly white, Cassandra ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ...the bedside. The counterpane fell almost to the floor, but just under its edge, near the head, they could see three little fingers. They were horribly still, those little fingers; and Flippy's sleep seemed all at once to have taken on a watchful rigidity. Seeing that Ann had turned ghastly white, Cassandra closed the door again and put her into the nearest chair. Her own shaking knees forced her down on the bed. "She has put him to sleep there," Ann stammered, her thin hands clinging to each other. "Oh, yes; he's asleep;" Cassandra agreed with an unmistakable gasp. "We must get him away." "If Dr. Diman were only here," Ann moaned. "Miss Myrtle wouldn't be any use." "No; but Hattie might." "It is her evening out. She's never back till late. You didn't see the fingers move at all, did you?" "No. And she isn't asleep, I am sure. She is watching." They turned pale, listening faces towards the closed door, but within there was no sound. Cassandra took herself in hand. "We can't let him sleep there, with his cold," she announced firmly. "Suppose we were to cry fire, and so get her out of her room long enough to--to take him?" Ann shook her head. "That would be cheating her. It is just because she has been treated that way so often that she won't trust us now." "Then what can we do?" Ann thought a moment, then rose tremblingly. "I'll try, if you will stay near me," she whispered. Cassandra nodded, and was surprised at the girl's sudden courage as she boldly threw open the door. "Oh, Mrs. Thorndyke!" she called, her voice troubled but steady. "I hate to disturb you, but we have lost little Villum, and we are so frightened." Flippy's eyes remained tightly shut, though her hands moved. "Can't you help us find him?" Ann begged. "It will be so bad for his...
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