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The footman on the step-ladder began to rattle the skylight vigorously. "What on earth is the matter with you, Woods?" said Mrs. Holt. "It must have been some dust off the skylight, Madam, that got into my throat," he stammered, the colour of a geranium. "Nonsense," said Mrs. Holt, "there is no dust on the skylight."
"How did you happen to fall?" asked her father, who soon saw she was not hurt, or even badly jarred. "I was asleep, I guess," Kitty returned; "anyway I dreamed that I wanted to jump in the red geranium sea, so I jumped." "You jumped! out of the window?" "Yes, that is, off of the little balcony. You see, I was asleep until I landed. Then I found out where I was."
It may be asked, Where can a short-strawed wheat of good quality be procured? To this I am afraid the reply will be, Nowhere at present. But can none of our expert manipulators, who rejoice exceedingly when they cross-breed a geranium or a fuchsia, turn their attention to the cross-breeding of wheat? Cannot the Royal Agricultural Society offer a premium for a short-strawed wheat of good quality?
Yes, David Milliken was sitting all alone on the loafer's bench at the door, and why wasn't he at prayer-meetin' where he ought to be? She was glad she chanced to have on her clean purple calico, and that Timothy had insisted on putting a pink Ma'thy Washington geranium in her collar, for it was just as well to make folks' mouth water whether they had sense enough to eat or not.
Then a big stone cottage reared itself slowly right in front of the little old place with its bottle-bordered garden plot, where nothing more aristocratic than pig's face and scarlet geranium had ever grown. A beautiful cottage it was, with its plenitude of lofty rooms, its many windows, and its deep veranda.
G. of Window Display Luncheon it seemed cruel to deprive her of all these innocent amusements in which she delighted so much. And yet he could not go on as a General Manager simply for the happiness of Miss Whippet. In the foliage of the geranium, where he knew she would find it the first thing in the morning, he left a note: MISS WHIPPET: I am leaving the store to-night and will not be back.
I forgot my posies in admiring the belles. Hand them out, Tom;" and Mr. Shaw nodded toward an interesting looking box that stood on the table. Seizing them wrong side-up, Tom produced three little bouquets, all different in color, size, and construction. "Why, papa! how very kind of you," cried Fanny, who had not dared to receive even a geranium leaf since the late scrape.
"He smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the Captains and the shouting." Job. The weary weeks in Camp of Instruction ended with the Summer. September had come, and Nature was hanging out crimson battle-flags every-where on the swaying poppy and the heavy-odored geranium.
They was a rill hothouse box from the Proudfits; an' a anchor an' two crosses an' a red geranium lantern; an' a fruit piece made o' straw flowers from the other merchants; an' seven pillows, good-sized, an' with all different wordin', an' so on.
Billows of roses surged over old pink and yellow stucco walls, or a soaring flame of scarlet geranium ran along their tops devouring trails of ivy with a hundred fiery tongues. White villas were draped with gorgeous panoply of purple-red bougainvillea; the breeze in our faces was sweet with the scent of lemon blossoms and a heavier under-tone of white-belled datura.
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