Little Eve Edgarton

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Capitolo 61

the floor from the open window, with his/her chin on the window-windowsill,
showy quizzically down--down--down on that whole joy and novelty, up to
his/her father finally called eagerly her a trifle from his/her microscope
proposes on the other side of the room.

"Eve!" summoned his/her father. "Thing an idle that you are! Not you see how
done worry me they are here on this champion? My eyes, I tell him, it is not that that
they was."

Then, the small Eve Edgarton patiently, climbed to his/her feet and,
crossing above to the table of his/her father, it mechanically pushed his/her head
apart and, bending down, his/her really eye been cross-eyed next to his magnifying
glass.

"Bell-shaped wine glass?" she started. "Five petals of the corollary partly
united? Because, it has to be of the relationship to the Mexican rain-tree", her
mumbled without enthusiasm. "Leaves--alternate, bi-pinnate, a lot
typically--few leafy", she continued. "Because, it is a--a
Pithecolobium."

"Certainly", said Edgarton. "That is what I thought the whole duration."

As a very assuaged of every future worry in the matter, he jumped,
on, it pushed away his/her microscopic job, and, grabbing on the greatest
you book on the table, simply launched for an easy chair.

Indifferently for a moment the small Eve that Edgarton has sustained, while looking at him/it.
As a dog of sleepy pup, insistent, she walked heavily dragging then the feet, through
the room and, climbing above in the womb of his/her father, it pushed her/it apart
father's book, and it dug back triumphantly his/her head in the thin one,
bony curve of his/her shoulder, her interest that yawns whole assembled
apparently in the fingers of the foot of the slippers of his/her father.

Then so quietly that it seemed as soon as sudden, "Son-in-laws", she asked,
"was my mother--beautiful?"

"Thing?" Gasped Edgarton. "Thing?"

Ruffling himself/herself/itself with a serious kind of the amazement he arrived on nervously
and it smoothed the hair of his/her daughter. "His/her mother", he quivered. "His/her
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