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In return he was to receive a one-fourth interest. Very shortly afterward they filed a caveat in the Patent Office, which is a notice serving to protect an impending invention. Alfred Vail immediately set to work on the apparatus, his only helper being a fifteen-year-old apprentice boy named William Baxter.
Moreover, it would be a distinct reproach to her should she allow a fifteen-year-old girl to wander into a cruel world because her school her sole home and refuge had been rendered so unbearable that she could not remain there.
An invincible cheeriness of heart carried her gallantly over the quicksands in which Ruth was submerged by reason of her moodiness, and Trix by her quick temper, and made it a physical impossibility to repine over the inevitable. Fifteen-year-old Trix was in that stage when the Oxford examination seems the end-all and be-all of existence.
Philippa, the fifteen-year-old daughter of Pedro, the head-farmer, had gone out from her father's cabin at dusk to fetch water from the little reservoir that had been constructed alongside Leap Frog River a short distance above the cabins. The pool was a scant two hundred yards from her home. It was a five minutes' walk there and back. Half-an-hour passed, and she had not returned.
There was a little maidservant, Lena Obendorfer, the fifteen-year-old daughter of the Kemble washerwoman, shy and red rims about her eyes from secret tears of homesickness. "Why, Lena, the breakfast table looks lovely; and don't forget, dearie, Mr. Penny takes three eggs in the morning, and he doesn't like his rolls heated." The child, her poor flat face pock-marked, fluttered into service.
Thaine was fond of the bugler, a little fifteen-year-old Kansas boy named Kemper, because he remembered that Asher Aydelot had been a drummer boy once when he was no older than "Little Kemper," as the regiment called him. "I wish you were where my father is now, Kemper," Thaine said as the boy skipped by him. "Where's that? It can't be hell or he'd be with us," Little Kemper replied.
In the Imperial loge near them Aurelius, now for more than a year a widower, presided over the games, clad in his gorgeous silk robes and attended by his fifteen-year-old son Antoninus, afterward known by his nickname of "Commodus."
Every time "Queen Theresa" leaned forward with her elbows on the table, the whole thing threatened to upset, and then she screamed. She was a pastor's daughter, and her surroundings now made her melancholy. "I haven't sat like this and had supper out of doors since I ran away from home as a fifteen-year-old girl," she said, wiping her eyes.
Saucily her merry eyes shot him from under the long lashes. "I'm not so sure of that. Girls can be mighty aggravating." "That's the way girls are meant to be, I expect," he laughed. "But fifteen-year-old boys have to be herded back into line. There's a difference." She rescued her hands from him and led the way to a bench that served for a seat. "Sit down here, sir.
In sudden fright and resolve Milly Pardee sold the furnishings of the four-room flat, packed the peripatetic linen and silver, and joined a surprised and rather markedly unenthusiastic husband in Okoochee, Oklahoma. A wife and a fifteen-year-old daughter take a good deal of explaining on the part of one who has posed for three years as a bachelor.
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