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Title: Rebecca Mary

Author: Annie Hamilton Donnell

Posting Date: February 22, 2009 [EBook #3419]
Release Date: September, 2002

Language: English

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REBECCA MARY

By Annie Hamilton Donnell

Contents

I. THE HUNDRED AND ONETH

II. THE THOUSAND QUILT

III. THE BIBLE DREAM

IV. THE COOK-BOOK DIARY

V. THE BEREAVEMENT

VI. THE FEEL DOLL

VII. THE PLUMMER KIND

VIII. ARTICLE SEVEN

IX. UN-PLUMMERED

The Hundred and Oneth

Rebecca Mary took another stitch. Then another. "Ninety-sevvun,
ninety-eight," she counted aloud, her little pointed face gravely
intent. She waited the briefest possible space before she took
ninety-nine. It was getting very close to the Time now. "At the hundred
an' oneth," Rebecca Mary whispered. "It's almost it." Her breath came
quicker under her tight little dress. Between her thin, light eyebrows a
crease deepened anxiously.

"Ninety--n-i-n-e," she counted, "one hun-der-ed"--it was so very close
now! The next stitch would be the hundred and oneth. Rebecca Mary's face
suddenly grew quite white.

"I'll wait a m-minute," she decided; "I'm just a little scared. When
you've been lookin' head to the hundred and oneth so LONG and you get
the very next door to it, it scares you a little. I'll wait until--oh,
until Thomas Jefferson crows, before I sew the hundred and oneth."

Thomas Jefferson was prospecting under the currant bushes. Rebecca Mary
could see him distinctly, even with her nearsighted little eyes, for
Thomas Jefferson was snow-white. Once in a while he stalked dignifiedly
out of the bushes and crowed. He might do it again any minute now.

The great sheet billowed and floated round Rebecca Mary, scarcely whiter
than her face. She held her needle poised, waiting the signal of Thomas
Jefferson. At any minute.... He was coming out now! A fleck of
snow-white was pricking the green of the currant leaves.

"He's out. Any minute he'll begin to cr--" He was already beginning! The
warning signals