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It did me good to read about it in the New York papers, too, and to know that you are both getting your just measure of credit for the achievement." Archie blushed, and assured the admiral that he didn't do very much, that it was all owing to Bill Hickson's bravery. "Oh, yes, I know," laughed the admiral, "you lay it to him, and he will most likely give you the credit. I've seen your kind before.
If we are at all near the eleventh, I must be on my way to make my bow to Lady Wilts; or is it Lady Denewdney's to-night? No, to-morrow night. A light of satisfaction came over Mr. Hickson's face at the mention of my father's visiting both these sovereign ladies. As soon as we were rid of him, Captain DeWitt exclaimed, 'If that's the Fourth Estate, what's the Realm?
"Well, you Bobbsey twins are very lucky," said Miss Pompret, when Nan and Bert were at her house one early spring day. "You were very lucky about my china, and maybe you will be lucky about Mr. Hickson's sons. I hope he finds them. It is very sad to be old and to have no one in the world who really belongs to you. I hope you may be able to help him." As has been said, the spring had come.
If we are at all near the eleventh, I must be on my way to make my bow to Lady Wilts; or is it Lady Denewdney's to-night? No, to-morrow night. A light of satisfaction came over Mr. Hickson's face at the mention of my father's visiting both these sovereign ladies. As soon as we were rid of him, Captain DeWitt exclaimed, 'If that's the Fourth Estate, what's the Realm?
I mean that I did begin to hope that life with you meant peace and happiness for her " To cut him short, Riatt said quickly: "Now, of course, the marriage is out of the question." Hickson's face brightened, as if the difficult words had been said for him. "You do feel that?" he said, nodding a little as if to encourage his friend.
Now, Mr Bradshaw always threw himself into a subject; it might be in a pompous, dogmatic sort of way, but he did do it, whether it related to himself or not; and it was part of Mr Hickson's trade to assume an interest if he felt it not. But Mr Donne did neither the one nor the other.
The road was heavy, and it was all the two horses could do to draw the light wagon with its small load. Dorian wondered how Carlia had ever come that way. Of course, it had been before the heavy snow, when traveling was not so bad. "Who lives at this place?" asked Dorian of the driver, giving the box number Carlia had sent. "That? Oh, that's John Hickson's place." "A rancher?" "No; not exactly.
Look at my flitch of bacon!" "But " "Faber says we have to lay in what we can. This war it's going to stop everything. We can't tell what will happen. I've got the children to consider, so here I am. I was at Hickson's before nine...." The little lady was very flushed and bright-eyed. Her fair hair was disordered, her hat a trifle askew. She had an air of enjoying unwonted excitements.
They met the country people dropping homewards. No Ruth was there. She and her pupils had returned by the field-way, as Mr Bradshaw informed his guests at dinner-time. Mr Donne was very captious all through dinner. He thought it would never be over, and cursed Hickson's interminable stories, which were told on purpose to amuse him.
Behind the shoulder of a hill, he discovered another house, not so large as Mr. Hickson's, but neat and comfortably looking. The blue smoke of a wood fire was rising from the chimney. A girl was vigorously shoveling a path from the house to the wood-pile. She was dressed in big boots, a sweater, and a red hood. She did not see Dorian until he came near the small clearing by the house.
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