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But she quickly threw off the feeling, or the outward appearance of it, and tossing her head defiantly, she remarked: "I do not know who has made you my mentor, Miss Dinsmore; but there is one thing more that I wish you to explain to me how came that detective to be in my house?" "He was passing in the street, and I asked him to come in," Mona replied.
Dinsmore; "our greatest, almost our only objection to your suit being the thought of parting with the child of our love." When Violet came home that evening she did not rejoin the family in the parlor, but went directly to her own apartments. "Where is mamma?" she inquired of her maid as she threw off her hat and cloak. "In de parlor, Miss Wi'let." "Are the children in bed and asleep?"
Travilla and her papa were both delighted with it. Mr. Dinsmore, though, had not read the whole of it." "Suppose we go and try it for a while then," said Mr. Morris, laying down his paper. "If our little Elsie is to be the reader, I for one am pretty sure to enjoy listening, her voice is so sweet-toned and her enunciation so clear and distinct."
Rose, who was seated on the sofa beside him, drew Elsie to her, saying, "I must have a kiss, too, darling." "Now go, daughter," said Mr. Dinsmore, as Rose released her from her embrace, "go to bed as soon as you can, and don't lie awake talking." "Mayn't I talk at all, after I go to bed, papa?" "No, not at all."
Take a seat on the sofy, Miss Dinsmore, and ah, that is right, Mr. Egerton, you know how to attend to the ladies." Greetings and introductions were exchanged; an uncomfortable pause followed, then a young lady, with a magazine open on the table before her, broke the silence by remarking: "What sweet verses these are!" "Yes," said Mrs.
Larned rose and took her hand in greeting, Mrs. Dinsmore being called from the room at the same moment by a servant, who said that some one was waiting in the hall to speak to her. "I'll pay Edward back in his own coin," Zoe said to herself, and Mr.
"Suppose you all delay a little and unite with us in evening family worship," said Mr. Dinsmore. "It is a good while since I have had all three of my children present with me at such a service." All complied with his request, and immediately afterward took leave. Then with an exchange of affectionate good-nights the family separated and scattered to their rooms.
Shall we not?" Zoe assented, though with rather an indifferent air, and they returned to the house. Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore, the only ones they found there, the others being all down on the beach, fell readily into the plan; the book and the work were brought out, and the reading began. It was a good, well-told story, and even Zoe presently became thoroughly interested.
Dinsmore had had a grand piano sent on from the East, ordering it in season to have it arrive almost as soon as they themselves. "Yes, Lottie is quite right about it, Aunt Wealthy, and you shall call for all the tunes you want," Elsie said, noticing her friend's prediction merely by a quiet smile. "You don't know how I enjoy that piano," Lottie rattled on as they began their meal.
"She had fallen down the hill," he said, "but he did not see what made her fall." "Was she much hurt?" Mr. Dinsmore asked, his voice trembling a little in spite of himself. Harry "did not know, but feared she was pretty badly injured." "Was she insensible?" "Yes, she was when I left," Harry said. Mr. Dinsmore leaned back in the carriage with a groan and did not speak again.
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