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Partow waved his hand as if the affair were settled. "But," interjected Lanstron, "we have also to decide on the point of the main defence which she is to make Westerling think is weak." "Hm-m!" grumbled Partow. "That is not necessary to start with. We can give that to her later over the telephone, can't we, eh?" "She asked for it now."
"Hm-m; and coffee and the cereal drink, making four in all?" continued Cousin Helen, with ominous sweetness. Tom stirred uneasily and threw a sharp glance into his cousin's face. "Well er it does seem a good many; but well, mother did, you know, and we might as well have what we want, as something different, I suppose," he finished, with vague uneasiness.
"I hope not you know we always have frosts up there." "Hm-m," murmured Caleb. There was a long silence; then Sarah drew a deep breath. "Caleb, do you s'pose it 'll get up to the front-chamber window this year that rosebush, I mean?" "I don't know, Sarah." Caleb's eyes were still on the wall-paper. There was another long silence, broken this time by the children's entrance.
Just as if I wouldn't do anything in the world I could for Bertram!" "Oh, that makes me think; who was that young woman Bertram was talking with last evening just after he left us, I mean?" "Miss Winthrop Miss Marguerite Winthrop. Bertram is is painting her portrait, you know." "Oh, is that the one?" murmured Aunt Hannah. "Hm-m; well, she has a beautiful face." "Yes, she has."
"Hm-m; well, there are still a few points that I and the astronomers haven't quite settled," she returned, with a whimsical smile. "An' the stars, they've got names, I s'pose every one of 'em," proceeded Mrs. Kelsey, so intent on her own part that Alma's reply passed unnoticed.
"I read one once about a prince 't was 'The Prince and the Pauper, and I liked that," averred David stoutly. Mr. Jack smiled; then his brows drew together in a frown. His eyes were moodily fixed on the towers. "Hm-m; well," he said, "I might, I suppose, tell you a story about a PRINCESS and a Pauper. I know one well enough." "Good! then tell it," cried both Jill and David. And Mr.
"Hm-m; well, I reckon it's safe to say you'll be asked. And so I owe it all to Susan. Well, it isn't the first good thing I've owed to her bless her heart! And she's equal to 'most anything. But I'll wager, in this case, that even Susan had some stunt to perform. How did she do it?"
Hennessy, who had learned to study his friend in order to escape disagreeable complications, patiently waited for the philosopher to speak. Mr. Dooley rubbed the bar to the end, tossed the cloth into a mysterious recess with a practised movement, moved a glass or two on the shelf, cleaned his spectacles, and drew a letter from his pocket. "Hm-m!" he said: "I have news fr'm th' fr-ront.
"Why, is that necessary? Beyond the work that comes with every day? Surely, Moses is very neat," protested Eunice, on behalf of her old disabled helper. "Hm-m. There's neatness an' neatness; an' my friend Jones, he's a fisherman first, an' a farmer afterward;" returned the deacon, grimly. The real truth was that the deacon had an idea of the wonderful casket's being hidden somewhere in that barn.
Howland, sniffing at the open window. "Lilacs," explained Kate concisely. "Hm-m lovely!" "Think so? I don't care for the odor myself," rejoined Kate. The other shot a quick look from under lowered lids. Kate's face expressed mere indifference. The girl evidently had not meant to be rude. "You don't like them?" cried Mrs. Howland. "Oh, I do!
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