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Mrs. Balche murmured. Having thus eloquently closed the gate, Florence slowly turned and moved toward the rear of the house, quickening her steps as she went, until at a run she disappeared from the scope of Mrs. Balche's gaze, cut off by the intervening foliage of Mr. Atwater's small orchard. Mrs.
So, reluctantly, dreading lest evil might happen to him, he granted his request; and with a thrill of joy, Frank sprang to Atwater's side. "I'm here, old Abe!" "I'm glad and sorry!" said Abe. The company had halted, awaiting the movement of the troops in front. "We are getting into a splendid position!" said Gray, who had passed through the undergrowth to reconnoitre.
You'll get a sunstroke!" Florence was able to conceal her indignation, and merely waved a hand in airy dismissal as they passed from Mrs. Atwater's sight, leaving her still shouting. The daughter smiled negligently and shrugged her shoulders. "She'll get over it!" she said. "Who?" "My mother. She was the one makin' all that noise," said Florence. "Sometimes I do what she says: sometimes I don't.
But to-night his Testament was in his knapsack, and his knapsack was on board the schooner. "I'll borrow Atwater's," he thought; and with this purpose he approached the tall private. "Sit down here, Frank," said Atwater, with a serious smile. "I want to talk with you."
Atwater's most recent explosion to other members of the extensive Atwater family league; and though she had not discovered how Aunt Harriet and Uncle Joe had obtained their material, yet, in Julia's way of wording her thoughts, an account of the episode was "all over town," and she was almost certain that by this time Noble Dill had heard it.
Atwater's concentration upon the matter. "It isn't 'playing'! I didn't want to 'play' being a reporter; they ain't 'playing' " "Aren't playing, Florence." "Yes'm. They're not. Herbert's got a real printing-press; Uncle Joseph gave it to him. It's a real one, mamma, can't you understand?" "I'll try," said Mrs. Atwater. "You mustn't get so excited about it, Florence." "I'm not!"
Atwater's account of the Prairies, in Silliman's N. A. Journal, vol. i. p. 117. Azara's Voyages, vol. i. p. 373. Dr. He states that botanists are now generally agreed that the cardoon and the artichoke are varieties of one plant. I may add, that an intelligent farmer assured me that he had observed in a deserted garden some artichokes changing into the common cardoon. Dr.
His unathletic chest was inflated; he heaved up with joy; and a little child, playing on the next corner, turned and followed him for some distance, trying to imitate his proud, singular walk. Restored to too much pride, Noble became also much too humane; he thought of Mr. Atwater's dream, and felt almost a motherly need to cherish and protect him, to be indeed his friend.
Max Kassowitz, professor in the University of Vienna, said, after Dr. Atwater's statement had been published: "For the animal and human organism, alcohol is not both a food and a poison, but a poison only, which like other poisons is an irritant when taken in small doses while in larger ones it produces paralysis."
There was a happy meeting with Miss Alice Worthington, who was now seated in Atwater's stateroom, under the care of the triumphant Jack Witherspoon. The cable had called her from her princely Detroit home to be the first to hear the whole story of the capture of Braun from the lips of Atwater and the jubilant Dennis McNerney.
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