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Betty Jo had been on the porch but a short time when a step sounded on the gravel walk that led from the porch steps around the corner of the house. A moment more, and Judy appeared. The mountain girl stopped when she saw Betty Jo, and the latter went to the top of the steps. "Good-evening, Judy!" said Betty Jo, quietly. "Won't you come in?"
Claudia looked shyly at the stranger, and then, seizing Beulah's dress, exclaimed: "Oh, Beulah, don't let us go just yet! I left such a nice, splendid pile of burrs!" "Yes, we must go; yonder comes Katy for us. Good-evening, sir." "Good-evening, my little friend. Some of these days I shall come to the asylum to see you all, and have you sing that song again."
His "Good-evening!" when the meeting was over, was a cheerful, general salutation, and the familiarity of the sight of him was plain in the response he got, equally general and equally cheerful.
As to any foreknowledge of that prank she had not had the slightest. So her conscience was quite clear on that score anyway. She tapped at the door and was bidden enter. Miss Woodhull's expression as she looked at Beverly was most forbidding. "Good-evening, Miss Woodhull. Miss Stetson said you wished to see me."
And I said "good-evening," for the grave was for the morrow; and he let me go nearly to the stile before he stuck his spade into the ground and followed.
An attendant called him to go to supper; and he bounded toward the door. "How is this, my boy?" said Marie Antoinette, calling him back; "are you going off without making M. Bertrand a bow?" "Oh, mamma," said the little prince, still skipping about, and smiling, "that is because I know well that M. Bertrand is one of our friends.... Good-evening, M. Bertrand." "Is not he a nice child?
He would flee from a stranger as from a lion, and, when confronted by such from the wilds of the front parlour, he would bob his old head pathetically, and make no attempt at speech beyond a muffled good-evening. It disconcerted him to be expected to speak, and his tongue slumbered in his mouth, for he was an old weary man, and perhaps very wise. Old Mrs.
Then the door opened an inch or so, and with another "Ach!" and never a word of thanks, he, snatched the vial and, turning to make off with it, came nose to nose with M. Fontenette, who stood in the moonlight gateway holding a blazing match to his cigarette. "Well, sir, good-evening again," said the Creole.
Some people will find a mystery in my simple utterance of 'Good-evening. You and I are both Englishmen, and to be seen often in intimate conversation would start a small army of rumors on the march." Ellerey bowed. He intended to let the Ambassador lead the conversation. "Do you mind looking at me, Captain Ellerey?"
He could not recognise her at all, though he knew, or believed that he knew, everybody man, woman, or child within a radius of ten miles. But Doctor Unonius was ever polite. 'Hey? Good-evening, ma'am! he sang out. 'You startled the old horse a bit. I hope he has not frightened you? There was no answer. 'Can I offer you a lift, ma'am, if you're going my way?
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