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Cristie's mind was still filled with surprise and vexation, but she could not help laughing at Mr. Lodloe's comical contrition. "I will see her presently," she said; "but in the mean time what are you going to do? There is Mr. Petter standing in the doorway waiting for your approach, and he will ask you a lot of questions." "About the Germantown family, I suppose," said Lodloe. "Yes," said Mrs.

But there was no one about until a little before breakfast-time, when Mr. Petter showed himself. This gentleman greeted Calthea coolly. He had had a very animated conversation with his wife on the evening before, and had been made acquainted with the unwarrantable enmity exhibited by this village shopkeeper toward Mrs. Cristie's blooded assistant.

It was necessary that she should take in every possible point in the situation, and she was doing it. She did not like Mrs. Cristie's attention to Mr. Tippengray, because it gave him pleasure, and she did not wish that other women should give him pleasure; but she was not jealous, for that would have been absurd in this case. But the apparent state of feeling at the table had given her an idea.

I guess, all put together, she hasn't sold more 'n ten dollars' worth of goods this year, and most of them was took by the Greek, though what he wants with 'em is more 'n I know." "I am sorry to hear that there are no guests at the Squirrel Inn," was Mrs. Cristie's only reply to this information.

Petter's invitation to spend the night, for if ever she was going to do anything at the Squirrel Inn, this was the time to do it, did not like Mrs. Cristie's politeness, and her conversation did not sparkle. In fact she was quieter than Mr. Lodloe, and paid little heed to the chatter of her neighbor, Lanigan Beam. This young man was dissatisfied.

Think, too, how high excellence can be worthily lodged, with the comforts of the North and the beauties of the South, as in the case of Mrs. Cristie's rooms; and how blooded service is not forced into a garret, but is quartered in a manner which shows that the blood is recognized and the service ignored." "If I had known what she was when she came," remarked Mrs.

His desire to take Ida Mayberry away from that fellow, and have her by himself, overpowered fear and all other feelings. Mrs. Cristie's arrangement for the return pleased everybody except Lanigan Beam.

Cristie's nurse-maid were sitting on a bench under the trees, reading out of the same book, while Mr. Tippengray was pushing the baby-carriage up and down on the grass, and Mrs. Cristie and Mr. Lodloe were putting up the lawn-tennis net. "I could see for myself," Mrs.

She was at the hotel with her carpet-bag and her paper bundle some time before the big spring-wagon was ready to start, and she gave earnest attention to the loading thereon of Mrs. Cristie's trunk and the baby-carriage. When they were on their way the elderly woman promptly began the conversation: "I think," said she to Mrs. Cristie, "that I've seed you before."