while she rattled out the teacups always a cheerful sound.
Just as they were sitting down, there was a knock heard at the door, and without waiting for it to be opened from the inside, some one lifted the latch, and in a man's voice asked, if one George Wilson lived there?
Mrs. Wilson was entering tiffany cuff link on a long and sorrowful explanation of his having once lived there, but of his having dropped down dead; when Alice, with the instinct of love for in all usual and common instances tiffany bracelets sight and hearing failed to convey impressions to her until long after other people had received them, arose, and tottered to the door.
" My bairn! my own dear bairn I" she exclaimed, falling on Will Wilson's neck.
You may fancy the hospitable, and welcoming commotion that issued; how Mrs. Wilson laughed, and talked, and cried, altogether, if such a thing can be done; and how Mary gazed with wondering pleasure at her old playmate; now, a dashing, bronzedlooking, ringletted sailor, frank, andhearty, and affectionate.
But it was something different from common to see Alice's joy at once more having tiffany rings her fosterchild with her. She did not speak, for she really could not; but the tears came coursing down her old withered cheeks, and dimmed the horn spectacles she had put on, in order to pry lovingly into his face. So what with her failing sight, and her tearblinded eyes, she gave up the attempt of learning his face by heart through the medium of that sense, and tried another. She passed her sodden, shrivelled hands, all trembling with eagerness, over his manly face, bent meekly down in order that she might more easily make her strange tiffany necklaces inspection. At last, her soul was satisfied.
After tea, Mary, feeling sure there was much to be said on both sides, at which it would be better none should be present, not even an intimate friend like tiffany pendants herself, got up to go away. This seemed to arouse Alice from her dreamy consciousness of exceeding happiness, and she hastily followed Mary to the door. There, standing outside, with the latch in her hand, she took hold of Mary's arm, and spoke nearly the first words she had uttered since her nephew's return.
"My dear I I shall never forgive mysel, if my wicked words tonight are any stumblingblock in your path. See how the Lord has put coals of fire on my head I Oh Mary, don't let my being an unbelieving Thomas weaken your faith. Wait patiently on the Lord
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