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Annie remained at home Sundays, and read aloud to her grandmother, and when both aunts were in the midst of their respective services, and the cook, who was intensely religious, engaged in preparing dinner, she and her old grandmother played pinocle. However, although Annie played cards very well, it was only with her relatives. She had never been allowed to join the Fairbridge Card Club.
Snyder with a gush of enthusiasm, indicating Alice beside the window. "She lives here," replied Mrs. Slade rather stupidly. She did not quite know how to define Alice. "Lives here in this little place? Not all the year?" rejoined Mrs. Snyder. "Fairbridge is a very good place to live in all the year," replied Mrs. Slade rather stiffly. "It is near New York.
Annie went into the chamber, the best in the house, and there lay her grandmother, old Ann Maria Eustace, propped up in bed, reading a novel which was not allowed in the Fairbridge library. She had bidden Annie buy it for her, when she last went to New York.
"If he were a white baby, I wouldn't object that I know of," said she, "but I can't have this kind. I can't make up my mind to it, Edward." "But, Maria, the child is white. He may not be European, but he is white. That is, while of course he has a dark complexion and dark eyes and hair, he is as white, in a way, as any child in Fairbridge, and he will be a beautiful boy.
She would not have attempted a growling and bulky leap into success. She would have slid and insinuated and made her gliding progress almost imperceptible, but none the less remorseless. But she was fated to live in Fairbridge. What else could she do? Wilbur Edes was successful in his profession, but he was not an accumulator, and neither was she.
We have all the advantages of a great metropolis without the drawbacks. Fairbridge is a most charming city, and very progressive, yes, very progressive." Mrs. Slade took it rather hardly that Mrs.
On the lower floor was the post-office on the right, filthy with the foot tracks of the Fairbridge children who crowded it in a noisy rabble twice a day, and perpetually red-stained with the shale of New Jersey, brought in upon the boots of New Jersey farmers, who always bore about with them a goodly portion of their native soil. On the left, was the City Hall.
Fairbridge is so proud of you and as for us, we can only feel honoured that our little Annie has such a friend. We trust that she will profit by your friendship and we realise that it is such a privilege for her." "Thank you," said Margaret. She turned her head aside. It was rather dreadful, and Annie realised it. Von Rosen stood by smiling. "I am glad to join in the congratulations," he said.
When they did not resort to their own City Hall for entertainment by local talent, they arrayed themselves in their best and patronised New York itself. New York did not know that it was patronised, but Fairbridge knew. When Mr. and Mrs. George B. Slade boarded the seven o'clock train, Mrs. It was also patronised, and to a greater extent, by little Mrs.
I wouldn't have missed it." Fairbridge people, who were on the whole a good-natured set, were very sympathetic, especially the women. Bessy Dicky shed tears when talking to Mrs. Sturtevant about the disappearance of the baby. Mrs. Sturtevant was not very responsive. "It may be all for the best," she said. "Nobody can tell how that child would have turned out.
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