Finding that she
did not come, he tried to crawl from his refuge and call
somebody, when--dark and dreadful ending to a tragic day--he
found that he was too much intertwined with umbrellas and canes
to move a single step. He was afraid to yell! When I have said
this of Larry Ruggles I have pictured a state of helpless terror
that ought to wring tears from every eye; and the sound of Sarah
Maud's beloved voice, some seconds later, was like a strain of
angel music in his ears. Uncle Jack dried his tears, carried him
upstairs, and soon had him in breathless fits of laughter, while
Carol so made the other Ruggleses forget themselves that they
were soon talking like accomplished diners-out.
Carol's bed had been moved into the farthest corner of the room,
and she was lying on the outside, dressed in a wonderful soft
white wrapper. Her golden hair fell in soft fluffy curls over
her white forehead and neck, her cheeks flushed delicately, her
eyes beamed with joy, and the children told their mother,
afterwards, that she looked as beautiful as the pictures of the
Blessed Virgin.
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