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The English Orphans

CHAPTER VIII
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"Has somebody laughed at you?
I'll warrant there has;" and leaning over the railing herself, she shook her fist threateningly at the girls, whose eyes were still directed that way.
Mary felt instinctively that her companion was attracting more attention than her bonnet; and twitching her dress bade her sit down.
Sal obeyed; but she had no opportunity that morning of deciding whether the sermon were grammatical or not, for she was constantly on the look out, and whenever she saw any one scrutinizing Mary or herself more closely than they ought, a shake of her fist and a horrid face warned them to desist.

Twice during church time Mary thought, nay felt sure that she caught her sister's eye, but it was quickly withdrawn, as if unwilling to be recognized.
When church was out, Sal insisted upon going down immediately; so they descended together to the porch below, reaching it just as Mrs.
Campbell appeared in the doorway.

Had she chosen, Mary could have touched the lady's dress as she passed; but she rather shrank from being seen, and would probably not have been observed at all, had not Sal planted herself directly in front of Mrs.Campbell, saying loudly enough for all near her to hear, "Madam, do you not recognize your munificent gift of charity in yonder amazing bonnet ?" at the same time pointing towards Mary, who nervously grasped the strings of her hat, as if to remove the offensive article.
Mrs.Campbell haughtily pushed Sal aside, and advancing towards the child, said, "I am glad to see you at church Mary, and hope you will now come regularly.

You can accompany Ella home after the Sabbath school, if you like." The words and manner were so cold and formal, that Mary was obliged to force down her tears before she replied, that she was going to her mother's grave, and wanted Ella to go with her.
"It is pretty warm to walk so far, but if Ella wishes it she has my permission.

Only tell her not to get red and heated," said Mrs.
Campbell; and gathering up the folds of her rich silk, the texture of which Sal Furbush had been examining, and comparing with her own plum-color, she walked away.
Scarcely was she gone, when Jenny Lincoln came tripping up, and seizing both Mary's hands, exclaimed, "I am real glad you are here.


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