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But they each had a cheery word of congratulation for us as we passed, and the unhappy gentleman from Devonshire pressed my hand and begged that I would sometime think of him when I was out under the sky. I promised even more, and am happy to be able to say, my dears, that I saw both him and his wife off for America before I left London.
Do you s'pose Miss Celia will ask us to hers?" said Betty to Bab, as the boys began to discuss St. Bernard dogs with Spirit. "I wish I could, dears," answered a voice behind them; and there was Miss Celia, looking so happy that the little girls wondered what the letter could have said to give her such bright eyes and smiling lips.
"We all know where YOU must be off to!" said Mrs. Epanchin, in a meaning voice. "Yes, yes I must hurry away, I'm late! Look here, dears, let him write you something in your albums; you've no idea what a wonderful caligraphist he is, wonderful talent! He has just written out 'Abbot Pafnute signed this' for me. Well, au revoir!" "Stop a minute; where are you off to? Who is this abbot?" cried Mrs.
It was Mrs Grey, with a face quite as sorrowful as on the preceding evening, and the peculiar nervous expression about the mouth which served her instead of tears. "Have you done with Morris yet, my dears?" "Morris, you may go," said Hester, steadily.
"All secure, Martin?" said Cameron, coming out from the hotel with hand bags and valises. "They'll stay, I think," replied the doctor, "unless those bronchos of yours get away from you." "Aren't they dears, Billy?" cried Moira, coming out at the moment and dancing over to the bronchos' heads. "Well, miss," said Billy with judicial care, "I don't know about that.
She was exclusively delighted with their joy of the evening, she gave no thought to their misery next day. It was amazing to him, the extent to which she had forgotten. So he said aloud, "Poor things! Poor dears!" and discovered that it was not forgetfulness exactly in Mrs.
We found the highest part of the arch after some blind groping, and making lowly obeisance to the gods of the underworld began a snail-like progress into the gurgling throat of the spewing rock-monster. I here confess to you, my dears, that, had I loved my sweet lady less, no earthly power could have driven me into that dismal stifling place.
"Oh, I see! it's about Annie. Look here, Maria: they may have gone a little too far, but if Annie can't take a joke" "So I tried to say to her," began his wife; but at that instant the whispers in the entry swelled suddenly to loud voices, and two boys came noisily in, and filled the side chairs at the table. "Sit down, my dears," said Mrs. Hart, with an admiring glance from one to the other.
About a hundred and fifty yards down the road, by what had been the walled entrance to the Hakes' garden, they sighted two forlorn small figures the six and five year old Hake children, Sophie and Miriam, who recognised Ruth and, running, clung to her skirts. "Mamma! Where is mamma?" "Dears, where did you leave her last?"
I'm sure you couldn't tell half so much about either of us," Adair said, with a deeply injured air. Allys shook her head at him. "They are dears," she said, emphatically. "And they taught me a lot I should never have known about horses and men." "Anything specific as about the Heathflower thing?" Hilary asked, affecting to speak with awe. Allys nodded. "A heap," she said.
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