She set it down in a silence
which was plainly that of deepest respect, gave him one glance of devotion,
and was turning to leave the room, when he looked up from the paper he was
writing, and said--
"Don't be in such a hurry, Isy. Haven't you time to pour out my coffee for
me?"
Isy was a small, dark, neat little thing, with finely formed features, and
a look of child-like simplicity, not altogether removed from childishness.
She answered him first with her very blue eyes full of love and trust, then
said--
"Plenty o' time, sir. What other have I to do than see that you be at your
ease?"
He shoved aside his work, and looking up with some concentration in his
regard, pushed his chair back a little from the table, and rejoined--
"What's the matter with you this last day or two, Isy? You're not
altogether like yourself!"
She hesitated a moment, then answered--
"It can be naething, I suppose, sir, but just that I'm growin older and
beginnin to think aboot things."
She stood near him.
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