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Habberton, she somehow conveyed the impression that if there was anything in Mendel's theory of the working of heredity she and her six daughters went a long way toward exemplifying it. There was a genuineness about the pair which was distinctly refreshing to Jack's jaded tastes in fashionable feminine fripperies and he fell into the conversation as smoothly as a finger into a well-fitting glove.
Habberton was, as Jerry had described her, "a dear old lady" with calm eyes and level brows, "astonishingly well informed" and immensely proud of her pretty daughter. She was not assertive and while I knew nothing of Mr.
The ideal citizen is the man who believes that all men are brothers, and that the nation is merely an extension of his family. Habberton We may now proceed to bring our studies to a close.
"Edward Habberton, sah, an' he's jes' fo' years old, near five." Hamilton entered the name of the little deaf and dumb boy, whom he could see sitting in an inner room, and noted down in the schedule his age, his color, and the nature of his affliction. "Now, Lily," he continued, "were you both born in Kentucky?" "No, sah," she replied, "none of us, savin' little Eddie.
According to Mr. Habberton himself, the story "grew out of an attempt to keep for a single day the record of the doings of a brace of boys of whom the author is half-owner." Apart from a number of novels, Mr. Habberton has also written a "Life of George Washington," and a play, "Deacon Cranket," performed more than five hundred times. I. The Imps
But I must be going." "I'm going with you," said Jerry quickly. "No." "Let him, Miss Habberton," I put in. "I had better go alone." "I forbid it," said Jerry. "The machine is at the upper gate. I'll drive you. Come." She hesitated. Our glances met. I think she must have seen the eagerness in my face, the friendliness, the admiration.
Not like joyous gamboling lambs but with set faces, as though there was nothing else in the world but the martyrdom of their feet. Mad! All mad! Please don't tell me that you dance, Miss Habberton." "I do," she laughed, "and I love it." "Youth!" Jack sighed and relapsed into silence.
Una Habberton's philosophy and Marcia Van Wyck's! Any but a blind man could run and read, or if need be, read and run. Mrs. Habberton was tired and went up early, her daughter accompanying her. I saw Jerry eyeing the girl rather wistfully at the foot of the stair. I think he was pleading with her to come down again but she only smiled at him brightly and I heard her say, "Tomorrow, Jerry."
"You surely did not come here," she said icily, "merely to discuss the circumstances of our first meeting." "N no, not at all, at least, not altogether, Miss Habberton. But I I couldn't help hoping " here I tried to smile a ghastly one at best "I couldn't help hoping that you had managed to forgive me for performing a very unpleasant duty."
At first I thought the visitor one of Jerry's guests, but as she approached, butterfly net in hand, I saw that it was Una Habberton. So great was my surprise at seeing her that I stood, mouth open, stupidly staring. But she was laughing at me. "You're a nice one," she was saying. "Here I am a trespasser through the grille and not a soul to greet me." "You came," I muttered inanely.
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