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. 1907 Excerpt: ...ClSSY a piece of cake.) Little Girl. There, Cissy, don't you cry. I've got a piece of cake. There--(Givingcake.) don't you tell anybody--I love you if the others don't. (Kisses ClSSY and runs off?) Denver.' Why are you crying, my dear? ClSSY.10 The girls won't play with me. speak to me. They won't 1 Sinking on bench L. ...
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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. 1907 Excerpt: ...ClSSY a piece of cake.) Little Girl. There, Cissy, don't you cry. I've got a piece of cake. There--(Givingcake.) don't you tell anybody--I love you if the others don't. (Kisses ClSSY and runs off?) Denver.' Why are you crying, my dear? ClSSY.10 The girls won't play with me. speak to me. They won't 1 Sinking on bench L. c. 1 Noise of children in school. s Retires up stage. L. 3B. 8 L. a E. Cissy is crying. 9 Denver comes down to Cissy. 10 R. of Denver. Denver. Why how's that? What makes them so cruel? (CISSY is silent.) Come, tell me all about it. You're not afraid of me, are you? Cissy. (Looking up into his face.) No, I like you. Denver. That's right. I thought we should get on together. Now tell me all your troubles--why won't they play with you? Cissy. (Looking cautiously round.) You won't tell anybody, will you? Denver. No, I promise you--it shall be a secret. Cissy. (/- a whisper) They say my father killed a man. (DENVER starts up stung with pain and turns away his face.) Ah! that makes you turn away from me. Denver. No! No, my dear, don't think that. Tell me quick--what is your name? (Aside.) My own child! The sins of the father are visited upon the children. Oh, Heaven, is it just? What has this innocent lamb done that she should be hounded for my crime. Cissy. Why are you crying? Denver. Never mind me! Never mind me! Where do you live? Cissy. (Points.) In here. Denver. In there? Cissy. Yes, will you come in? (Goes inside the cottage, leaves the door open. As soon as she sees the fire, she runs to it.) Denver. My own little Cissy that I left a toddling baby. (Enters cottage.) Cissy. (Kneeling by fire and clapping hands.) Oh, look! A fire! A fire! We haven't had a fire for I don't know how long. ( Warms her hands.) Denver. (At back of table--aside...
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