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"I'll get at the truth, and tell the Chief I'll be down at the town hall before ten o'clock. Good-night, Dougherty." "Good-night, sir," said Mr. Dougherty and the screen door slammed. Daddy Morrison came back to the dining-room. "Rhodes and Elizabeth, I want to speak to you," he said very gravely. "Come up to my den." Sister's small face went very white.
"I lay she'll be in Portsmouth afore I'm half-a-mile up road. Good-night, farmer, I'm off to the Three Waggoners." "Bust if I don't go, too. There be summat to wet our whistles on to-night, eh, men?" Before the farmer reached the hospitable door of the Three Waggoners, Smith had made his descent upon a broad open space in his father's park near Cosham.
S., folding up the letter, "a missionary's wife, who follows him into such scenes and such perils and privations, does, indeed, 'cleave to her husband." "Indeed she does," replied Mr. Swinton; "but we will tax you no longer, my dear sir. Good-night."
"You'll have to content yourself with me," said Mrs. Stevens to Anthony, and he accepted smilingly. But she placed Cynthia next, so he could have a little talk with her. He was getting on so well, and she was glad for him. Some one wanted Miss Tracy to waltz again. Then they had a galop, and the party broke up. Anthony said good-night, and that he was coming up on Saturday.
That matter being satisfactorily settled, the boys said good-night to their host, after assuring him that they had had a "bang-up" time. Their leave-taking must have wakened any light sleepers in the hotel, but they got out at last and headed for home, all of them enthusiastic in praise of their friend Frank Brandon. "I only wish we could have had Larry here to-night," said Joe, regretfully.
Biddy, after a violent fit of crying, which came on when she found her father could not come 'to say good-night, and begging, among her sobs, to be forgiven, fell asleep, and slept heavily, to wake again in an hour or two, feverish, restless, and slightly delirious. This, however, was on the whole less alarming, for very little will make a child light-headed, than Mr. Vane's condition.
Daddy Brown set Bunny and Sue down on the floor they had climbed up into his lap again after supper. He stood up tall and straight, like a soldier, and touched his hand to his head. "Order Number One!" he said. "Time to go to bed. Good-night!" "Aye, aye, sir!" answered Bunny, putting his hand to his head, as he had seen his father do.
He gave in at last, wished a hasty good-night, and left the room, while his host and hostess interchanged looks of triumph. "Deftly done!" cried the Vice-Warden. "Craftily contrived! But what means all that tramping on the stairs?" He half-opened the door, looked out, and added in a tone of dismay, "The Baron's boxes are being carried down!"
It is very quiet; she can hear her own heart beat slow and full; the warm air holds moveless the delicate scent of the clover; the bees hum her a drowsy good-night, as they pass; the locusts in the lindens have just begun to sing themselves to sleep; but the glowless crimson in the West holds her thought the longest.
"Well! was it a pleasant party?" Norman related the circumstances, while his sister remained silently leaning against the mantel-piece, looking into the fire, until he took up his candle, and bade them good-night. Dr. May was about to do the same, when she held out her hand. "One moment, if you please, dear papa," she said; "I think you ought to know it." "What, my dear?" "Mr.
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