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Her mother wandered in and out as if she could rest in nothing but in looking at her , and her father had given her one of his glad kisses before he went away to the mowing field . Several village people having heard of the accident through Hollis and the doctor had stopped at the door to inquire with a sympathetic modulation of voice if she were any better . But the safe feeling was the most blessed of all . Towards noon she lay still with her white kitten cuddled up in her arms , wondering who would come next ; Hollis had not come , nor Miss Prudence , nor the new minister , nor grandma , nor Josie Grey ; she was wishing they would all come to-day when she heard a quick step on the piazza and a voice calling out to somebody . `` I wo n't stay five minutes , father . '' The next instant the handsome , cheery face was looking in at the parlor door and the boisterous `` vacation '' voice was greeting her with , `` Well , Miss Mousie ! How about the tumble down now ? ''