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That day, when he came in and astonished us so, we were all as busy and as cosey as we could be. Mrs. Holabird was making a rug of the piece of the new carpet that had been cut out for the hearth, bordering it with a strip of shag.
Ingleside, had come to Z , to take the vacant practice of an old physician, disabled from continuing it. Dakie and Leslie Goldthwaite and Mrs. Ingleside were old friends; almost as old as Mrs. Ingleside and the doctor. Ruth Holabird had a very young girl's romance of admiration for one older, in her feeling toward Leslie.
They thought it queer up at the other house; because "Stephen had never managed to have any too much for his own"; but of course, being the wife's niece, they never thought of interfering, on the mere claim of the common cousinship. Ruth Holabird is a quiet little body, but she has her own particular ways too. There is one thing different in our house from most others.
Holabird and she had made out before, from the brightest breadths of her old dove-colored one and a bordering of crimson Venetian, of which there had not been enough to put upon the staircase, looked, as Barbara said, "just as if it had been done on purpose." "It says it all, anyhow, doesn't it?" said Ruth.
That was in December; it was the first of March when Grandfather Holabird died. At about Christmas-time mother had taken a bad cold.
Roderick found out what it really meant. We were in a hurry to have Katty go, and to begin, after we had made up our minds; and it was with the serenest composure that Mrs. Holabird received her remark that "her week would be up a-Tuesday, an' she hoped agin then we'd be shooted wid a girl."
He quite passed by the wonder of the gale, that another time would have stirred him to most lively speech. Robert "thought a good deal," as he expressed it, of Grandfather Holabird. Harry Goldthwaite came through the brown room with his hat in his hand. How he ever found it we could not tell. "I'll go with him," he said. "You won't be afraid now, will you, Barbara? I'm very sorry about Mr.
For Stephen Holabird was the one in this family who couldn't make, or couldn't manage, money. There is always one. I don't know but it is usually the best one of all, in other ways. Stephen Holabird is a good man, kind and true; loving to live a gentle, thoughtful life, in his home and among his books; not made for the din and scramble of business.
One morning, a little while after our party, mother was making an apple-pudding for dinner, when Madam Pennington and Miss Elizabeth drove round to the door. Ruth was out at her lessons; Barbara was busy helping Mrs. Holabird. Rosamond went to the door, and let them into the brown room. "Mother will be sorry to keep you waiting, but she will come directly.
Mothers get to understand the older idiom, just as they do baby-talk, by the same heart-key. She knew that the "needn't" and the "didn't" referred to the "wanting to." "You see, I don't think it would be a good plan to let them begin with me so." "You're a very sagacious little Ruth," said Mrs. Holabird, affectionately. "And a very generous one." "No, indeed!" Ruth exclaimed at that.
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