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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.
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